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Everyday I Think of Money

I drive a truck, it carries money

And everyday, I dream up my fantasies

Yesterday I bought my beach house

A little place just off the coast of FranceEveryday, I think of money

Everyday, I think of runningI love my truck, I love my family

Stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me

Could tie my right hand man, and put him some place

Then I'd ditch the truck and I'd buy a new faceEveryday, I think of money

Everyday, I think of some wayCan't buy you a love, can't give you a soul

Can pick you up, can down you low

Can drag you out of the hole

That you dug yourself, out of, againSat in a truck, it carries convicts

My hands are bound, to the seat by hand-cuffs

Tomorrow I'll maybe walk around the yard

Or paint in my cell and hate imprisonmentEveryday, I think of money

Everyday, I miss my family

Songwriters

JONES, KELLY / CABLE, STUART / JONES, RICHARD MARKPublished by

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