Don't Want Your Millions, Mister lyrics

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.

You never earned those millions, Mister

They were produced by working hands

We're taking back our own wealth, Mister

Winning back our lives and lands

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.

• Artist:American Folk