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Cadillac on the interstate |
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Ran a redneck in the ditch |
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Big city lawyer calls |
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Says, "son gonna make you rich Just put your shoulder in a sling And your neck in a brace We're gonna take his butt to court Take everything he makes" |
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And it's all about the money |
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There's a local politician |
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Who said he needed our vote |
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He'd put two chickens in every pot |
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And pave all the country roads |
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But we ain't see that |
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S.O.B Since the day he raised his hand |
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We're still dodging pot holes |
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Eatin' potted mean and spam |
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It's all about the money |
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Yes, it's all about the money |
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A handshake used to be |
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All you used to need to make a deal, yes it was |
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But now they look you in the eye |
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And tell a big ol' bold faced lie |
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With a team of lawyers |
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Movin' in for the kill |
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It's all about the money |
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They say they are your best friends |
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As longs as you're buying the rounds |
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They'll light your smokes tell you jokes |
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At every bar in town |
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As soon as you hit some hard times |
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And the good times disappear |
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You're all alone and they're all gone |
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And one thing is for clear |
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It's all about the money |
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Yes, it's all about the money |
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It's all about the money |
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It's all about the money |
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It's all about the |
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It's all about the money |
