The Hand That Feeds

Am F Am F Am I've seen good men spoiled F Chained to their jobs like hounds G They work and sleep and work again E In the darkest nights they howl Am Their cries are a warning F To everyone following G No man should stand to work all of his days E And have nothing at the end of them Am F I got no money but the change G E That jingles in my pockets Dm G Am E Reminding me how little I have Am F And there's for times I am G E Powerless to stop it Dm G Am Am E E E E Keeps rambling on like a man, wandering man Am My papa was a howling man F Traded in his youth G Sold his dreams and all of his days E For the great American ruse Am And my dear papa gave me F Lessons in regret G He said all that he'd done would be for nothing E If I followed in his steps Am F I got no money but the change G E That jingles in my pockets Dm G Am E Reminding me how little I have Am F And there's for times I am G E Powerless to stop it Dm G Am Am E E E E Keeps rambling on like a man, wandering man Am My papa taught me how to howl F How to bear my teeth and growl G He taught me that the hand that feeds E Deserves to be bitten when it beats Am He taught me how to break my chains F And that money ain't worth a thing G And that no man should get E More of my time than me, yeah me N.C. Am I may never be a rich man F G E But I can make sure that I am free Am I may never be a rich man F G E The rich man will never have me, never have me Am I may never be a rich man F G E But I can make sure that I am free Am I may never be a rich man F G E The rich man will never have me, never have me Am F I got no money but the change G E That jangles in my pockets Am G Am E Reminding me how little I have Am F G E But there's for tiiiiime, there's for tiiiiime Am F G E Is miiiiine, Is miiiiine Am~~ E --------0- B --------1- G --------2- G --------2- A ---3-2--0- E -0------x-