You don't hear it much My music, my muse My soul was taken away That's something big to lose
Contracts signed and sealed Delivered...not to me Money never came my way Not a penny did I see
Follow the music and you will find Musicians like me, We all went and signed Contracts worth nothing Not to us, not a cent Follow the money And see where it went
We poured our emotions Our hearts and our souls We gave them our music Which they all then stole
Producers, execs all down the line All made the money On songs that were mine
I heard all the rumours But, they must be wrong Then I wrote and signed off On another hit song
Follow the music and you will find Musicians like me, We all went and signed Contracts worth nothing Not to us, not a cent Follow the money And see where it went
I was not famous But, there must be some sales Just follow the money From the bargain bin pails
Somebody, somewhere Was raking it in As companies folded In the business of tin
Houses of cards Fold and collapse on the floor But, the money went somewhere 'Cause I'm still in the stores
Follow the music and you will find Musicians like me, We all went and signed Contracts worth nothing Not to us, not a cent Follow the money And see where it went
Somebody made out Like a bandit with me My albums still selling From around sixty three
Just follow the money And see where it goes Into some execs houses And some dj's nose
I'm too old to go And do a oldies rock show I'm always invited But, I never will go
My voice is all raspy And one thing's still wrong I get paid for the singing But, I don't own the song
I know that I made it But I hate the sound Of my music creations That I sold by the pound
Every time that they surface On late night FM I know somebody else Made cash off of them
Just follow the money And then you will see The thousands of others Who were ripped off like me
For Sixto Rodriguez, Pete Ham, and all the other singer, songwriters who were taken advantage of by unscrupulous record companies and execs.