This version is from Sing Out! Magazine, Vol 30, No. 2, April-May-June 1984, page 50

I DON'T WANT YOUR MILLIONS, MISTER
(Jim Garland)

CHORUS
I don't want your millions, mister;
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to live, mister;
Give me back my job again.

I don't want your Rolls-Royce, mister;
I don't want your pleasure yacht;
All I want is food for my babies
Give me my old job back.

We worked to build this country, mister;
While you enjoyed a life of ease;
You've stolen all that we built, mister;
Now our children starve and freeze.

Yes, you have a land deed, mister
The money is all in your name
But where's the work that you did, mister?
I'm demanding back my job again.

Think me dumb if you wish, mister;
Call me green or blue or red;
This one thing I sure know, mister:
My hungry babies must be fed.

©1947 People's Songs, Inc.