THE VERY THING THAT MAKES YOU RICH (MAKES ME POOR) Lyrics

by Ry Cooder

My father told me, lyin' on his bed of death
"Boy," he says, "Woman, she's gonna make it, don't fool yourself
'Cause she's got somethin' to make a man
Lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor", that's right

Well, I put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did
Had you livin' like a rich man's daughter, yes I did, I sure did
While you were livin' high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that made you rich made me poor
Very thing that made you rich made me poor

Don't you never, ever make such a bad mistake
You know I'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake, that's right
Then to work hard every day bringin' that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes her rich makes me poor
Makes me so damn poor

The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damn poor

Money won't change it, no no
Money won't change it, no no
Money won't change it, no no
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