Ry Cooder - The Very Thing That Makes You Rich Lyrics
(s. bailey)(c#m) - (g#m7) - (g#7) - (f#7) - (e) - (b)My father (c#m) told me, lying (g#m7) on his bed of (c#m) death,"boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your (g#7) self'cause she's got (c#m) something to make a man (f#7) lay that money, uh, right in her handAnd the very (e) thing that makes her (b) rich will make you (c#m) poor (f#7)The very thing that makes her (g#7) rich will make you (c#m) poor"That's right!Well, i put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes i didHad you living like a rich man's daughter, yes i did, i sure didWhile you were living high on the hogYou had me down here scuffling like a dogWell, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poorThe very thing that makes you rich makes me poorDon't you never ever make such a bad mistakeYou know i'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnakeThen to work hard every day bringing that woman all my payThe very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,Makes me so damn poorThe thing that makes her rich makes me poorThe very thing that makes you rich make me poorVery thing that makes you rich makes me poorMakes me so damned poorMoney won't change it, no no...
