I Don't Want Your Millions Mister - Tom Rush

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