LYNYRD SKYNYRD


Mr. Banker Lyrics

Mr. Banker, Mister please
How much does money mean?
Won't you reconsider Mister?
Won't you do this thing for me?

Ain't got no house, ain't got no car
All I got, Lord, is my guitar
But you can have that Mr. Banker
Won't you bury my papa for me?
Oh Mr. Banker please
Listen well that sound

Watch out
I would not be here on my knees
But hey Mr. Banker
It means so much to me
Oh won't you reconsider Mister?
Won't you do this thing for me?

I told you Mister
I ain't got no house, ain't got no car
I got me a 1950, a Les Paul guitar
Won't you take it Mr. Banker
Won't you bury my papa for me, yeah?
Oh Mr. Banker please

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Songwriter(s): Ronnie van Zant
Copyright: Duchess Music Corp., Emi/Longitude Music
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Meaning to "Mr. Banker" song text (2 meanings)
David Cobb 06/15/12,00:44
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it reminds me of the death of my great grandmother. Being from georgia i have always been able to feel a skynard song
f kinder 05/07/12,03:51
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the bro has nothing but his prised 1950 LES PAUL GUITAR.EXTREMELY VALUBLE AND GREAT 2 PLAY.Icommend him for wanting to give away his prised posesion 2 get his papa buried
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