Billy Bragg & Wilco - I'm Out to Get Lyrics
I'm out to get your greenback dollarI'm out to get your silver changeI'm out to get your long black limoYou kept me down on my knees too longNow my daddy before me, he worked like I workHe was worked to death forty years or soNow my mama she died from grieving over himHow old she was I never did knowI'm out to get your greenback dollarI'm out to get your silver changeI'm out to get your long black limoYou kept me down on my knees too longNow the building you own you won at gamblingOn dice and horses and ticker-tape machinesBut that's no sign that you are smarter than I amI'm going to show you just what I meanI'm out to get your easy moneyI'm out to get my share of your goldI'm out to get your whiskey and womenI'm going to get back my life you stoleNow I went to the judge and I talked with the tenantsWe told him we had no hot water in the sinkHe spent a half an hour upon his bench thereTo tell us what a fine reputation our landlord's gotBut I'm out to get your long green tenderI'm out to get your round town carI'm out to fight and win a good job and wagesAnd a six room twin bed flat with a built in barNow I told that judge how you played the horsesHow you won this apartment building hereHow you took our money and headed to FloridaTo lay in the sun with women while we freeze hereSo, I'm out to get your excess baconI'm out to get my cut from youI'm going to walk and talk and tell all my neighborsHow they ought to talk right up for their cut tooIt won't be with no gun nor gambling wheel sirThat I will use to relieve you of your tillIt will be in a nice friendly way with all my neighborsSmelling and barking brother up and down your hillAnd you can't hide along no oceansAnd you can't hide in no desert for longWe're out to get back every penny that you won gamblingBecause we can't live, landlord, on a race horse song
