I'm out to Get - Billy Bragg, Wilco

I’m out to get your greenback dollar

I’m out to get your silver change

I’m out to get your long black limo

You kept me down on my knees too long

Now my daddy before me, he worked like I work

He was worked to death forty years or so

Now my mama she died from grieving over him

How old she was I never did know

I’m out to get your greenback dollar

I’m out to get your silver change

I’m out to get your long black limo

You kept me down on my knees too long

Now the building you own you won at gambling

On dice and horses and ticker-tape machines

But that’s no sign that you are smarter than I am

I’m going to show you just what I mean

I’m out to get your easy money

I’m out to get my share of your gold

I’m out to get your whiskey and women

I’m going to get back my life you stole

Now I went to the judge and I talked with the tenants

We told him we had no hot water in the sink

He spent a half an hour upon his bench there

To tell us what a fine reputation our landlord’s got

But I’m out to get your long green tender

I’m out to get your round town car

I’m out to fight and win a good job and wages

And a six room twin bed flat with a built in bar

Now I told that judge how you played the horses

How you won this apartment building here

How you took our money and headed to Florida

To lay in the sun with women while we freeze here

So, I’m out to get your excess bacon

I’m out to get my cut from you

I’m going to walk and talk and tell all my neighbors

How they ought to talk right up for their cut too

It won’t be with no gun nor gambling wheel sir

That I will use to relieve you of your till

It will be in a nice friendly way with all my neighbors

Smelling and barking brother up and down your hill

And you can’t hide along no oceans

And you can’t hide in no desert for long

We’re out to get back every penny that you won gambling

Because we can’t live, landlord, on a race horse song