You know a job, sometime might be hard to findWe might even have to go downtown, stand in the way of a fair lineBut I'm not worried about it, as long as my baby says she understandsAnd tell me that she's gonna stick with me, till the bitter endTill the bitter endSometime, we might not have food on our table to eatBut I'm not worried about it, as long as my baby says she understandsThen again, our little children, might not have shoes on their feetBut you know times get hard sometimes, but I wouldn't worry about itAs long as my baby says she understandsAnd that I'm gonna stick with you, because you're my manTill the bitter end, till the bitter endYou know, I wanna tell you about friendsOr so-called friends, childrenThey'll pretend to be in your corner till you're down and outAnd then you know what they'll do?They'll knock you down, flat on your backAnd let me tell you that when you're flat on your backIt's hard to rise up againI wanna tell you a little something that happened to meMy next-door neighborUsed to wouldn't even speakAs soon as I made it, I can't even ride down the streetShe got both hands up in the airSaying, there's Mr. Tate HighBut let me tell you that I'm a living witness this eveningThat the only one who tried to help meAnd give me confidence along the wayWas my woman, she told meSaid, Howard, it's got to get better sooner or laterShe stood by me, gave me confidenceYou know they say behind every successful manThere's a woman anywayAnd I wanna tell you, childrenThat I'm a living witness this eveningThat my woman is my womanMy baby, oh yeahStood by me till the bitter endMy baby, oh my babyStood by me till the bitter end