作词 : Connie Harrington/Jimmy Yeary/Jim Beavers
 作曲 : Connie Harrington/Jimmy Yeary/Jim Beavers
Richest man in the graveyard
Got a big ol' house and a big ol' yard
Trophy wife and a bunch of cars
And a nice portfolio
Richest man in the graveyard
Worked real hard, came home late
Two kids in bed, cold dinner plate
Said, "Some day I'll slow down."
Some day rolled around
A hundred dollar bill folds in half just like a ten
A fiddle plays "Amazing Grace" just like a violin
And you could get there in an old truck or new Mercedes-Benz
But we're all goin' out the same way that we came in
We're all goin' out thе same way that we came in
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Richеst man in the graveyard
Got a big ol' marble headstone
Bunch of nice words chiseled on
He's a-lyin' right beside
The poorest man in the graveyard
In a box that still ain't paid for
Bet they hang out after dark
And pretend to drink a beer
Sayin', "How'd we end up here?"
A hundred dollar bill folds in half just like a ten
A fiddle plays "Amazing Grace" just like a violin
And you could get there in an old truck or new Mercedes-Benz
But we're all goin' out the same way that we came in
We're all goin' out the same way that we came in
With nothin'
So why in the world are we always worried about nothin'
For nothin'?
A hundred dollar bill folds in half just like a ten
A fiddle plays "Amazing Grace" just like a violin
And you could get there in an old truck or new Mercedes-Benz
But we're all goin' out the same way that we came in
We're all goin' out the same way that we came in...