Banker's Blues Songtext
von The Dodge Brothers
Banker's Blues Songtext
Picked up my baby at the five and dime
She was standin′ on the steps by the front door cryin'
I said hey honey why the face so long?
She said I lost my job I got the cash ′till wrong
So we rode around listenin' to the radio
And we heard about a banker losin' lots of dough
He has his own private jet and a big Cadillac
He lost all my money and all of your jack
Well that very next day I went off to work
I past a sight that broke my heart
There are lots of people standin′ in the unemployment line
There were ol′ folks and young folks and little kids cryin'
Now way across town at the private school
The kids were all complainin′ bout leaves in the swimmin' pool
The teacher said children won′t you hold your breath
You'll all get a pension from your father′s death
Well you'll never see a banker at his bedside
Prayin' for the right path to choose
You′ll never see him play cards with the Devil
He hadn′t got a soul to lose
When I got to work it was all closed down
Tumbleweeds were rollin' cross the barren ground
I′m stone cold broke I ain't got no loot
I got holes in my shoes and a threadbare suit
Now somewhere livin′ in a tax exile
There's a fat cat sitting up his cold cash pile
He gets more in a minute than I make in a year
And he don′t give a damn about the hard times here
She was standin′ on the steps by the front door cryin'
I said hey honey why the face so long?
She said I lost my job I got the cash ′till wrong
So we rode around listenin' to the radio
And we heard about a banker losin' lots of dough
He has his own private jet and a big Cadillac
He lost all my money and all of your jack
Well that very next day I went off to work
I past a sight that broke my heart
There are lots of people standin′ in the unemployment line
There were ol′ folks and young folks and little kids cryin'
Now way across town at the private school
The kids were all complainin′ bout leaves in the swimmin' pool
The teacher said children won′t you hold your breath
You'll all get a pension from your father′s death
Well you'll never see a banker at his bedside
Prayin' for the right path to choose
You′ll never see him play cards with the Devil
He hadn′t got a soul to lose
When I got to work it was all closed down
Tumbleweeds were rollin' cross the barren ground
I′m stone cold broke I ain't got no loot
I got holes in my shoes and a threadbare suit
Now somewhere livin′ in a tax exile
There's a fat cat sitting up his cold cash pile
He gets more in a minute than I make in a year
And he don′t give a damn about the hard times here
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