The search for money is like a disease.
Makes our thoughts murder in the first degree.
It'll make you rich if you get enough.
But most folks struggle with a life that's far too tough.
When there's a drought
and the crops don't grow,
Cows get thin and the streams don't flow,
I get a lift to town if I had something to
bring.
But there's no money to buy anything.
And you pray to God,
sense some relief,
Just a little bit of money to heal my belief.
But the money don't come unless I embrace
The life that ties me to this run-down place.
Well, a car broke down and the tractor too,
Even the draft horse has lost his shoes.
But another
hole in my trouser felt,
This one in my heart for every pain I felt.
The search for money is like a disease,
Makes our thoughts murder in the first degree.
It'll make you rich if you get enough.
But most folks struggle with a life that's far too tough.
And my wife, she'd leave if she only could.
She's all worn out from chopping wood.
But she don't go,
it's a thing to do.
Stand by your man, even when he's through.
And you pray to God,
sense some relief,
Just a little bit of money to heal my belief.
But the money don't come unless I embrace
The life that ties me to this run-down place.
The search for money is like a disease,
Makes our thoughts murder in the first degree.
It'll make you rich if you get enough.
But most folks struggle with a life that's far too tough.