Credit - Chuck Prophet

Get your hand out of my pocket

You’re not my Uncle Sam

Have we been introduced?

Do you even know who I am?

I just came here for some credit

I want some credit

I just came here for some credit

I want some credit

Why don’t you leave me out of this

Do you even know who you are?

Hey, is this a game of hit and miss?

Is that a birthmark or a scar?

Give me a little bit of credit

Give me some credit

Just a little bit of credit

Give me some credit

I know I’ll never reach the sun

But I’m not giving up

Til I hit on everyone

Four sets a night, six days a week

I never saved a lousy dime

Now my guitar it gently weeps

Out of tune and out of time

Just last week a little card came in the mail

It was gold and thin as Kate Moss

I took a little trip to Paris for the weekend

That’s when they up and cut me off

I said why, they said you got no credit

You’re all out of credit

Where can I get a little more credit

Chop out some credit

I know things are gonna change

But I can’t say bad or good

First they build you up

Then they chop you down like wood

All for a little bit of credit

Give me some credit

Where can I get a little more credit

I want some credit

After all is said and done

I’m gonna pay up before I run