Everyday I Think Of Money

Ami Fmaj7

I drive a truck, it carries money

Ami Fmaj7

And everyday, I dream up my fantasies

Yesterday, I bought my beach house

A little place just off the coast of France

Ami Fmaj7

Everyday, I think of money

Ami Fmaj7

Everyday, I think of running

Ami Fmaj7

I love my truck, I love my family

Ami Fmaj7

Stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me

Dmi

Could tie my right hand man

And put him some place

Dmi

Then I'd ditch the truck

And I buy a new face

Ami Fmaj7

Everyday, I think of money

Ami Fmaj7

Everyday, I think of someway

It can't buy you love

Fmaj7

It can't give you a soul

Can pick you up

Fmaj7

Can down you low

Can drag you out, of the hole

You dug

Yourself

Out of ... again

Ami Fmaj7

Sat in a truck, it carries convicts

Ami Fmaj7

My hands are bound, to the seat by handcuffs

Tomorrow, I'll maybe walk around the yard

Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment

Ami Fmaj7

Everyday I think of money

Ami Fmaj7

Everyday I miss my family