Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Chuck Prophet
Get your hand out of my pocket
You're not my Uncle Sam
Have we been introduced?
Do you even know who I am?
I just came here for some credit
I want some credit
I just came here for some credit
I want some credit
Why don't you leave me out of this
Do you even know who you are?
Hey, is this a game of hit and miss?
Is that a birthmark or a scar?
Give me a little bit of credit
Give me some credit
Just a little bit of credit
Give me some credit
I know I'll never reach the sun
But I'm not giving up
Til I hit on everyone
Four sets a night, six days a week
I never saved a lousy dime
Now my guitar it gently weeps
Out of tune and out of time
Just last week a little card came in the mail
It was gold and thin as Kate Moss
I took a little trip to Paris for the weekend
That's when they up and cut me off
I said why, they said you got no credit
You're all out of credit
Where can I get a little more credit
Chop out some credit
I know things are gonna change
But I can't say bad or good
First they build you up
Then they chop you down like wood
All for a little bit of credit
Give me some credit
Where can I get a little more credit
I want some credit
After all is said and done
I'm gonna pay up before I run