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.
Well, don’t tell me your troubles.
No, I don’t have the time to spare.
But if you want to get together and fight,
Buddy, that’s what I want to hear.
So you tell me that your job was taken away
By a big old 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 nothin' to say.
So you tell me that you don’t have nothin' to do
And you keep on wastin' your time.
And when you need to get your family some food
You got to stand in a relief line.
Well, it’s a sin and a bloody shame,
You know, the way they’re pushing you around.
But when you decide not to take no more,
That’s when I’ll lay my money down.
Oh, 'cause I’ve seen your kinds 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 have no place to call.
You’ve got a hand and a voice and you’re not alone.
Brother, that’s all you need to know.
So if you’re still wonderin' what I’m tryin' to say,
Let me tell you what it’s all about.
Oh, nobody listens to a single man
when he’s walking round down and out.
So if you’re lookin' for an answer,
There, it’s standin' right by your side.
And you never really know how far you can go
'til 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.
Well, don’t tell me your troubles.
No, I don’t have the time to spare.
But if you want to get together and fight,
Buddy, that’s what I want to hear.