So you tell me that your last good dollar is gone
and you say that your pockets are bare.
And you tell me that your clothes are tattered and torn
and nobody seems to care.

Well, don't go telling me your troubles.
No, I don't have the time to spare.
But if you want to get together and fight
good buddy that's what I want to hear.

So you tell me that you job was taken away
by a big old greasy machine.
And you tell me that you don't collect no more pay
and your belly is growing lean.

Well, if I had the jobs to give
you know I'd give them all away.
But don't waste your breath calling out my name
if you don't have nothing to say.

So you tell me that you don't have nothing to do
and you keep on wasting your time.
You say when you want to get your family some food,
you gotta stand in a relief line.

Now it's a sin and a bloody shame
about the way they're pushing you 'round.
But when you decide not to take no more
that's when I'll put my money down.

'Cause I've seen your kind many times before,
and I'll see 'em many times again.
Yes and every bad thing that's happened to you
has happened to better men.

So don't explain that you've lost your way
that you've got no place to go.
You've got a hand and a voice and you're not alone.
Brother, that's all you need to know.

And if you're still wondering what I'm trying to say,
let me tell you what it's all about.
Now, nobody listens to a single man
when he's walkin' 'round down and out.

So if you're looking for an answer,
he's standing there by your side.
And you'll never really know how far you'll go
'til you join together and try.

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