Part of a song

[avevale_intelligencer]

There was a man who lived
When I was young
In a run-down shack
Outside our town
He lived from hand to mouth
From day to day
But I never saw him frown.

He had a burned-out car
Outside his house
And every Sunday he
Would sit inside.
And one day, walking by,
I asked him why,
And this is what he replied.

He said "My wife and I
Were so in love
And every Sunday we
Would take a drive.
She's gone these twenty years
But for an hour each week
It's like the three of us
Are still alive"....

CHORUS
You do the best you can
With what you've got
If it's not good enough
Then that's a shame.
If you do the best you can
With what you've got
You've only got yourself to blame.