Real Money

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Daddy's got a friend in Macon The governor calls him "sir" Me and Faylynn's like family He'd do anything for her Shaved slick and spit-shined Daddy's gone in to town The pool's empty at the motel I hate to see the sun go down [Verse 2] A snuggle bear and a toothbrush Some shirts and a paper sack A tube of Mama's red lipstick Hidden in the Crackerjacks I been in the backseat all day long Dreaming 'bout the land of kings Tall mansions in the Georgia pines The rustle like a black crow's wings [Chorus] Real money Green and gold All God's promises your arms can hold (Real money) Chariots no horse can pull A big black Pontiac car trunk full (Real money) Little sister hide your pain The clouds gonna crack and the sky's gonna rain (Real money) [Verse 3] But it's dark all around the world And I'm the only soul in bed Just like oil through a funnel The pictures filling up my head Now I'm gatherin' the blankets Just to keep out the sound Some kinda ruckus in the Safeway lot Daddy's with a friend downtown [Verse 4] And there's Mama all awash in the light Reachin' out her hand to mine Blink once and it's high beams Cuttin' through the paper blinds Faylynn's crouched on the floorboard Daddy's walkin' kinda strange Sayin', "Son take a long hard look "You can't tell when it all might change" [Chorus] Real money Green and gold All God's promises that arms can hold (Real money) Chariots no horse can pull A big black Pontiac car trunk full (Real money) Little sister hide your pain The clouds gonna crack and the sky's gonna rain (Real money) [Outro] (Real money) Ours by law Suckin' it up through a drugstore straw (Real money) (Real money) Hard times, they're done Hold on, Mexico, here we come (Real money) (Real money) Everybody that done us right Sure be glad that they did tonight A little for the lame, a little for the poor Sweet Jesus ain't no working no more Faylynn baby, don't you cry Daddy said every living thing must die
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Credits
- Writers
- Robbie Fulks