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I don't want your millions, Mister,
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to live, Mister,
Give me back my job again.
Now, I don't want your Rolls-Royce, Mister,
I don't want your pleasure yacht.
All I want's just food for my babies,
Give to me my old job back.
We worked to build this country, Mister,
While you enjoyed a life of ease.
You've stolen all that we built, Mister,
Now our children starve and freeze.
So, I don't want your millions, Mister,
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to live, Mister,
Give me back my job again.
Think me dumb if you wish, Mister,
Call me green, or blue, or red.
This one thing I sure know, Mister,
My hungry babies must be fed.
Take the two old parties, Mister,
No difference in them I can see.
But with a Farmer-Labor Party
We could set the people free.
So, I don't want your millions, Mister,
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to live, Mister,
Give me back my job again.
- Álbum:
- The Evening Call
- Milk Of The Moon
- Over And Under
- Covenant
- Solid Heart
- Slant 6 Mind
- Further In
- The Poet Game
- Bathtub Blues
- Dream Café
- Down In There
- One Big Town
- One More Goodnight Kiss
- Songs Of Innocence And Of Experience
- In The Dark With You
- One Night
- The Iowa Waltz
- 44 & 66
- Yellow Dog
- Miscellaneous