I Dont Want Your Millions Mister

Db I don't want your millions, Mister Gb Db I don't want your diamond ring Gb Db All I want is the right to live, Mister Ab Db Give me back my job again Db Now, I don't want your Rolls-Royce, Mister Gb Db I don't want your pleasure yacht Gb Db All I want's just food for my babies Ab Db Give to me my old job back Db We worked to build this country, Mister Db Gb While you enjoyed a life of ease Db Gb You've stolen all that we built, Mister Ab Db Now our children starve and freeze Db So, I don't want your millions, Mister Gb Db I don't want your diamond ring Gb Db All I want is the right to live, Mister A Db Give me back my job again Db Think me dumb if you wish, Mister Gb Db Call me green, or blue, or red Gb Db This one thing I sure know, Mister A Db My hungry babies must be fed Db Take the two old parties, Mister Db Gb No difference in them I can see Db Gb But with a Farmer-Labor Party A Db We could set the people free Db So, I don't want your millions, Mister Gb Db I don't want your diamond ring Gb Db All I want is the right to live, Mister A Db Give me back my job again