I Don't Want Your Millions (Almanac Singers.)

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.