Rodney Atkins - Tips Lyrics
Well, I was counting my tips at the Playing SixesIn this [Incomprehensible]When this old beach bum yelled out"Come on, play, give me three steps"I was beat but I played him one moreThen I was headed out towards the doorAnd he handshake and handed me a hundred dollar billsAnd said, "By the way, I own this bar"Then he winked at me and said, "Kid, I got a few more tipsBut they sure ain't the kind that would fit in that jar"You gotta treat people right on your ride upThey'll have your back on the way back downHe said, "Take it from this old beach bum, sonKeeping it real is what it's really about"You can count your blessings, count yourself luckyBut every day you get above groundOh, that ain't about keeping count of what you gotIt's making what you got countHe grabbed me by the arm and saidHe said, "Real quick, boy, let me tell you this storyAbout this real rich dude I used to know real wellHe owned all kinds of stuff but when he added it all upHe still felt like he was empty as hell"He said, "Son, would you believe thatThat dude was me back before I inventoried my lifeAh, just to live down here, selling shots and some beerAnd, and dispensing some free advice"Now treat people right on your ride upThey'll have your back on the way back downHe said, "Take it from this old beach bum, sonKeeping it real, that's what it's really about"Count your blessings, count yourself luckyEvery day you get above ground'Cause it ain't about keeping count of what you gotIt's making what you got countOh, now I can't recollect how much I collected in my jar[Incomprehensible]And tonight I started getting to have a beer with my old friendsAnd when he saw those tour buses outside, he saidNow are your treating people right on your ride up?They'll have your back on the way back downHe said, "Take it from this old beach bum, sonYeah, keep it real, that's what it's really about"And the best things in life, you can't put a price onThey don't come with no dollar or map, no'Cause it ain't about keeping count of what you gotIt's making what you got countNo, it ain't about keeping count of what you gotNo, it all comes down to making what you got countMake it count, that's what it comes down to, sonTell your friends and be a friendCount your blessings, don't count your problems
