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von Briscoe

Well, the wind cuts cold on the open road, without a tree in sight
And my poor blue Ford ain′t new no more, but it's putting up a fight
If I make it home to San Antone, I′ll be howlin' at the moon
I'll be blowing smoke with the good ole′ folks at the Thirsty Horse Saloon

When you′re poor, you ain't got no money
When you′re rich, well, you ain't free
I′m somewhere in the middle, but that's where I like to be
Well, I ain′t too good with wisdom, but it ain't too hard to see
When you're poor, you ain′t got no money
When you′re rich, well, you ain't free

My grandad sure did talk real slow, but his words were mighty fine
He had wisdom by the bucketload and he was clever on a dime
And he never was a preacher man, but he might as well have been
He said, "′Til the day I reach those pearly gates, I know right where I stand"


When you're poor, you ain′t got no money
When you're rich, well, you ain′t free
I'm somewhere in the middle, but that's where I like to be
In all my years of living, well, it ain′t too hard to see
When you′re poor, you ain't got no money
When you′re rich, well, you ain't free

When you′re poor you, ain't got no money
When you′re rich, well, you ain't free
I'm somewhere in the middle, but that′s where I like to be
Well, I ain′t too good with wisdom, but it sure ain't hard to see
When you′re poor, you ain't got no money
When you′re rich, well, you ain't free
When you′re poor, you ain't got no money
When you're rich, well, you ain′t free

When you′re poor, you ain't got no money
When you′re rich, well, you ain't free