Billy Bragg, Wilco - I'm Out to Get lyrics

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