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Mister Freeman written by Dennis Brinson ©2013
Album: Sorry 'bout Your Luck
Where'd you go Mister Freeman?
When you walked out the door?
You left a wife and kids behind you
For a cheap thrill from a two-bit whore
[Chorus] You gotta pick yourself up off the floor
Don't feed the rich and starve the poor
America's dream's not what it was before
Mister Freeman
Why'd you do it Mister Freeman?
Was there a million in it for you?
You know the bosses they don't mind now
The accountants turn a blind eye too
[Chorus] You gotta pick yourself up off the floor
Don't feed the rich and starve the poor
America's dream's not what it was before
Mister Freeman
[Break}
[Bridge] This ain't the land your daddy built
This ain't the reason he stormed that hill
We've dug a hole's too deep to fill
Mister Freeman
How are you now Mister Freeman?
Drawing lines in the sand
There's angry people all around me
I'm standing in a helpless land
We're standing on helpless land
[Chorus] You gotta pick yourself up off the floor
Don't feed the rich and starve the poor
America's dream's not what it was before
Mister Freeman