Oh, 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
About 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
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
Till you join together and try
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