歌詞
If I didn't come home every day smellin' like fried eggs
If I didn't have those veins poppin' out all over my legs
If I had my hair done up real nice
If I had some clothes that weren't too tight
Would you still be comin' home drunk
In the middle of the night?
I believe it's all a joke but I don't think it's funny
There's a man at table five and he's calling me honey
Some people are born too late
Some people are born too soon
Some people are born to die
Chokin' on their silver spoon
Maybe money can't buy everything
It looks like I'm never gonna know for sure
Maybe money can't buy happiness
Well, neither can just being poor
Maybe money can't buy everything
It looks like I'm never gonna know for sure
Maybe money can't buy happiness
Well, neither can just being poor
Some people are born with luck and some are born without it
Some people are born with faith, some are born to doubt it
If I didn't go to bed afraid
About some bills that'll never get paid
I wouldn't be down at the laundromat
Watchin' my work clothes fade
I wouldn't be down at the laundromat
Watchin' my work clothes fade
Written by: Bob Egan, Catherine Irwin, David Wayne Gay, Janet Beveridge Bean
