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PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Michael
Vocals
Andy Duncan
Percussion
Hugh Burns
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Michael
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Michael
Producer
Chris Porter
Engineer
Paul Gomershall
Assistant Engineer
Paul Wright
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Jimmy got nothing made himself a name
With a gun that he polished for a rainy day
A smile and a quote from a vigilante movie
Our boy Jimmy
Just blew them all away
He said it made him crazy
Twenty five years living hand to mouth
Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth
Sweet little baby on a big white doorstep
She needs her mother but her mother is dead
Just another hooker that the lucky can forget
Just another hooker
It happens everyday
She loved her little baby
But she couldn't bear to see her living hand to mouth
Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth
I believe in the Gods of America
America, America
I believe in the land of the free
The free, the free
But no one told me
No one told me
That the Gods believe in nothing
So with empty hands I pray
And from day to hopeless day
They still don't see me
See me
Everybody talks about the new generation
Jump on the wagon
Or they'll leave you behind
But no one gave a thought to the rest of the nation
Like to help you buddy but I haven't got the time
Somebody shouted save me
Everybody started living hand to mouth
Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth
There's a big white lady on a big white doorstep
She asked her daddy and her daddy said, yes
Has to give a little for the dollars that we get
Has to give a little
They say it's for the best
Somebody shouted maybe
Kept on living from hand to mouth
Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth
So she ran to the arms of America
America, America
And she kissed the powers that be
And someone told me
Someone told me
That the Gods believe in nothing
So with empty hands I pray
And I tell myself one day
They just might see me...
They just might see me...
Writer(s): George Michael
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