Sometimes the bad times come too fast And the good times come too slowTill it looks like a poor man's chances Ain't nothin' but a bad way to goFor the rich man works till he gets all he wants And the poor man till he diesBut when we lay beneath that place We're all the same sizeWe're nothin' but a name on a piece of marble stoneSome may miss us and some be gladThat we're goneWhether you're laid away in silver and gold Or a plain wooden box when you dieWhen you're down where the ground is cold We're all the same sizeguitar soloSee that manIn ragsWalkin' down the streetWould you speak harm of his name?If you had to wearThe shoes he wearsYou might have been the sameSo don't be too quickTo condemn that manFor in the good Lord's eyesYour opinion amounts to nothin', my friendWe're all the same sizeWe're nothin' but a name on a piece of marble stoneSome may miss us and some be gladThat we're goneNow you may have been a king on the throneOr a hobo that walks the tiesBut when at last you're dead and goneWe're all the same sizeYeah, and when you're down where the ground is coldWe're all the same sizeguitar solo