Verse1
Born across the tracks
On the south side of Chicago
Your daddy was a no good man
Your mama tried the best she could
Running in the streets
Fighting to survive
A lot of folks called you white trash
But you could hear your mama cry

Chorus
You’re gonna be somebody
You’re gonna be somebody
Only start looking up
You’re gonna be somebody

Verse2
Times got awful rough
You lost your mama late last spring
Stealing cars and breaking in stores
Now you’re looking out prison doors
You had a visit the other day
From a traveling Gospel band
You heard’ em sing an old familiar song
And you began to sing along
Repeat Chorus

Verse3
I heard you’re back in town
Singing a brand new song
Walking the streets on south side
Spreading the good, good news
There’s a lot of people
Come from miles around
Singing in harmony
The words mama sang to me

Tag
Now I’m somebody
At last I’m somebody
Jesus made me somebody
You can be somebody too