Take Your Hands Off It Ry Cooder

[Verse 1]
Well, get your dirty hands off my Constitution now
It was written down, you can't tear it down
Hear me talking to you, buddy, I swear it's true
Take your hands off it, you know it don't belong to you
No, no

[Verse 2]
Get your greasy hands off my Bill of Rights
It was written right, you can't make it wrong
You can't stop me singing this true lonesome song, oh no
Take your hands off it, you know it don't belong to you

[Verse 3]
Get your greasy stinking hands off my voting rights
I'll vote how I please, I'll vote how I choose
You can spend your money but in the end you're bound to lose
I think you will
You can't Jim Crow down my vote 'cause you know it don't belong to you

[Verse 4]
And get your greedy hands off the Union now
With your sweatshop kids in foreign distant lands
They might be locked down but the world is watching too
They're watching
That's our sisters and brothers, you know they don't belong to you
They really don't