I Don’t Want Your Millions Mister

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Barbara Dane - Country

I Don’t Want Your Millions Mister

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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 Demanding back my job again Now, I don't want your Rolls-Royce, Mister I can't use your pleasure yacht All I want is food for my babies Go give to me my old job back Well think me dumb if you wish, Mister You can call me green or blue or red But here's one thing that I can tell you, Mister My hungry children are gonna be fed We worked to build this country, Mister While you enjoyed a life of ease You've stolen all that we built, Mister Now my babies will starve and freeze I know you have a land deed Mister The money all is in your name But where's the work that you did Mister? I want my country back again I don't want your millions, Mister I don't want your diamond ring All I want is the right to live, Mister Demanding back my job again [Spoken] That's the the way the old song said it but I got more to say. I say, "I do want your millions Mister, but I think they oughta be divided up among all of us"

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