Mr. Banker
Mister, please, how much does money mean
Won’t you reconsider, mister
Won’t you do this thing for me
Ain’t got no house
Ain’t got no car
All I got, Lord, is my guitar
But you can have that, Mr. Banker
Won’t you bury my papa for me
Oh, Mr. Banker, please
Listen to how that sound
I would not be here on my knees
But, hey, Mr. Banker
It means so much to me
Oh, won’t you reconsider, mister
Won’t you do this thing for me
I told you, mister
I ain’t got no house
Ain’t got no car
I got me a 1950 Les Paul guitar
Won’t you take it, Mr. Banker
Won’t you bury my papa for me
Oh, Mr. Banker, please
