Sometimes the bad times come too fast And the good times come too slow
Till it looks like a poor man's chances Ain't nothin' but a bad way to go
For the rich man works till he gets all he wants And the poor man till he dies
But when we lay beneath that place We're all the same size
We're nothin' but a name on a piece of marble stone
Some may miss us and some be glad
That we're gone
Whether you're laid away in silver and gold Or a plain wooden box when you die
When you're down where the ground is cold We're all the same size
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See that man
In rags
Walkin' down the street
Would you speak harm of his name?
If you had to wear
The shoes he wears
You might have been the same
So don't be too quick
To condemn that man
For in the good Lord's eyes
Your opinion amounts to nothin', my friend
We're all the same size
We're nothin' but a name on a piece of marble stone
Some may miss us and some be glad
That we're gone
Now you may have been a king on the throne
Or a hobo that walks the ties
But when at last you're dead and gone



We're all the same size
Yeah, and when you're down where the ground is cold
We're all the same size
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