I Gotta Have You with Roberta Lee - Red Foley

Gray, quiet and tired and mean

Picking at a worried seam

I try to make you mad at me over the phone.

Red eyes and fire and signs

I’m taken by a nursery rhyme

I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home

No amount of coffee, no amount of crying

No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine

No, no, no, no, no,

Nothing else will do

I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have you.

The road gets cold, there’s no spring in the meadow this year

I’m the new chicken clucking open hearts and ears

Oh, such a prima donna, sorry for myself

But green, it is also summer

And I won’t be warm 'til I’m lying in your arms

No amount of coffee, no amount of crying

No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine

No, no, no, no, no

Nothing else will do

I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have you

I see it all through a telescope: guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat

Lying in the back of the blue boat, humming a tune… hmmmmmmm

No amount of coffee, no amount of crying

No amount of whiskey, no wine

No, no, no, no, no

Nothing else will do

I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have

No amount of coffee, no amount of crying

No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine

No, no, no, no, no

Nothing else will do

I’ve gotta have you, I’ve gotta have you.

I’ve gotta have you, gotta have you

I’ve gotta have you