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My father told me, lyin' on his bed of death |
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"Boy," he says, "Woman, she's gonna make it, don't fool yourself |
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'Cause she's got somethin' to make a man |
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Lay that money, uh, right in her hand |
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And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor |
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The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor", that's right |
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Well, I put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did |
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Had you livin' like a rich man's daughter, yes I did, I sure did |
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While you were livin' high on the hog |
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You had me down here scuffling like a dog |
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Well, the very thing that made you rich made me poor |
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Very thing that made you rich made me poor |
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Don't you never, ever make such a bad mistake |
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You know I'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake, that's right |
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Then to work hard every day bringin' that woman all my pay |
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The very thing that makes her rich makes me poor |
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Makes me so damn poor |
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The thing that makes her rich makes me poor |
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Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor |
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Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor |
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Makes me so damn poor |
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Money won't change it, no no |
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Money won't change it, no no |
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Money won't change it, no no |
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