Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm out to Get, artist - Billy Bragg.
Date of issue: 19.04.2012
Song language: English
I'm out to Get |
I’m out to get your greenback dollar |
I’m out to get your silver change |
I’m out to get your long black limo |
You kept me down on my knees too long |
Now my daddy before me, he worked like I work |
He was worked to death forty years or so |
Now my mama she died from grieving over him |
How old she was I never did know |
I’m out to get your greenback dollar |
I’m out to get your silver change |
I’m out to get your long black limo |
You kept me down on my knees too long |
Now the building you own you won at gambling |
On dice and horses and ticker-tape machines |
But that’s no sign that you are smarter than I am |
I’m going to show you just what I mean |
I’m out to get your easy money |
I’m out to get my share of your gold |
I’m out to get your whiskey and women |
I’m going to get back my life you stole |
Now I went to the judge and I talked with the tenants |
We told him we had no hot water in the sink |
He spent a half an hour upon his bench there |
To tell us what a fine reputation our landlord’s got |
But I’m out to get your long green tender |
I’m out to get your round town car |
I’m out to fight and win a good job and wages |
And a six room twin bed flat with a built in bar |
Now I told that judge how you played the horses |
How you won this apartment building here |
How you took our money and headed to Florida |
To lay in the sun with women while we freeze here |
So, I’m out to get your excess bacon |
I’m out to get my cut from you |
I’m going to walk and talk and tell all my neighbors |
How they ought to talk right up for their cut too |
It won’t be with no gun nor gambling wheel sir |
That I will use to relieve you of your till |
It will be in a nice friendly way with all my neighbors |
Smelling and barking brother up and down your hill |
And you can’t hide along no oceans |
And you can’t hide in no desert for long |
We’re out to get back every penny that you won gambling |
Because we can’t live, landlord, on a race horse song |