"The Great Society" lyrics - HANK THOMPSON

There ain't no place for me in your great society
I'd rather be free than to take your charity
While livin' it up you're givin' 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...

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 cross 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...
And there ain't no place for me in your great society