That's What I Want To Hear

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.

Now don't tell 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.

And you tell me that your job was taken away

by a big ol' greasy machine.

And you tell me that you don't collect no more pay

and your belly is growing lean.

Now 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.

And you tell me that you don't have nothing to do

and you keep on wasting your time.

And 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

'bout the way they're pushing you 'round.

But when you decide not to take no more

you know I'll put my money down.

'Cause I've seen your kind many times before

And I'll see 'em many times again.

Oh but 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.