Money, Marbles, And Chalk

There's an old sayin' that's been all around

I heard it before I could walk

How some's got health and some's got wealth

Others money, marbles and chalk.

I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart

But I still feel like I am poor

'Cause my money won't spend

And my marbles won't roll

And my chalk won't write anymore.

While you were near I was happy and gay

Your presence made me feel so proud

But you left me for another one day

Now I feel alone in a crowd.

I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart

But I still feel like I am poor

'Cause my money won't spend

And my marbles won't roll

And my chalk won't write anymore.

(You know folks, money is a funny thing, isn't it?

Just like marbles, it rolls both ways; to you and from you

Strange isn't it? how all your friends will pass you by

When you haven't got a dime; When you got money, hah!

There isn't enough chalk in the world to write down

The names of all of your so-called fair-weather friends

Many of us have been up and down many times

And our friends keep rolling back and forth

Just like a handful of marbles on a teeter-totter

And my chalk won't write anymore.)

Money, marbles and chalk is all right

For misers who love only gold

But give me a chance to save our romance

For I love you with all of my soul.

I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart

But I still feel like I am poor

'Cause my money won't spend

And my marbles won't roll

And my chalk won't write anymore.

I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart

But I still feel like I am poor

'Cause my money won't spend

And my marbles won't roll

And my chalk won't write anymore.