The Very Thing That Makes You Rich (Makes Me Poor)

My father told me, lying on his bed of death

"Boy," he says, "woman, she's gonna make it

Don't fool yourself

'Cause she's got something to make a man

Lay that money, uh, right in her hand

And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor

The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor"

That's right

Well, I put you behind the wheel

Of a deuce and a quarter, yes, I did

Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes, I did, I sure did

Whilst you were living high on the hog

You had me down here scuffling like a dog

Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor

The very thing that made you rich made me poor

Don't you never, ever make such a bad mistake

You know I'd rather climb up

Into the bed with a rattlesnake, that's right

Than to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay

The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor

Makes me so damn poor

The thing that makes you rich makes me poor

The very thing that makes you rich make me poor

Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor

Makes me so damned poor

Money won't change it, no, no

Money won't change it, no, no

Money won't change it, no, no

Money won't change it, no, no

Money won't change it, no, no

Money won't change it, no, no

Money won't change it, no, no

Money won't change it, no, no

Money won't change it, no, no

Money won't change it, no, no

Money won't change it, no, no

Money won't change it, no, no

Money won't change it, no, no