Lyrics

Look at me, they call me the people's friend and what I ain't got, I ain't got to lend just give me a chance to air my point of view and I'll make your world a better place for you if you're old and broken, whisper in my ear and when I've spoken, don't forget to cheer I don't know much, but what I know will do and no one's gonna break me, I'll break you and I'm sitting on top of the hill and no one's gonna' put me down again Brothers and sisters I'm a union man and I ain't gonna bend so join hands and thank the lord for the people's friend join hands and thank the lord for the people's friend don't misjudge my Jensen, please don't take my yacht don't you tear down my mansion god knows it's really all I've got and my woman costs a mint like women do and I've worked for all I've got and so must you and I'm sitting on top of the hill and no one's gonna' put me down again Brothers and sisters I'm a union man and I ain't gonna bend so join hands and thank the lord for the people's friend and I'm sitting on top of the hill and no one's gonna' put me down again Brothers and sisters I'm a union man and I ain't gonna bend so join hands and thank the lord for the people's friend join hands and thank the lord for the people's friend join hands and thank the lord for the people's friend
Writer(s): Christopher John Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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