Hank Thompson
"The Great Society" lyrics

The Great Society

There ain't no place for me
In your great society
I'd rather be free
Than to take your charity
While living it up
You're giving up
Responsibility
And there ain't no place for me
In your great society

Your old rich uncle died
And named you in his will
You fell heir to all of his cash
And that big house on the hill

You climbed that social ladder
Like a monkey climbs a tree
You're the newest rage
On the Sunday page
In the great society

There ain't no place for me
In your great society
I'd rather be free
Than to take your charity
While living it up
You're giving up
Responsibility
And there ain't no place for me
In your great society

You heart's down in the basement
Your head above the roof
Your brand new friends are genuine
Just about a hundred proof

You never take a second look
At old friends across the tracks
But I knew you when your underwear
Was made out of flour sacks

There ain't no place for me
In your great society
I'd rather be free
Than to take your charity
While living it up
You're giving up
Responsibility
And there ain't no place for me
In your great society

And there ain't no place for me
In your great society

Authors: Hank Thompson