Truck Full of Money

Part of the thrill if you think it might die a bit If you think you might keel over sideways Would that be something to see And any guy here could learn to sing like this She might love you but not like she loves me You see I wasn't straight when I wrote that I was carving a name And I was praying that no-one was ever gonna love me again And I was late for something Every hour of every day And completely lonesome Out on the prairie And a truck full of money Oh I know, I do And when I got home Or even half way love I had to call you To figure out what my problem was No I know Most of my job aint right But you sure don't mind Going out every night You see I wasn't straight when I wrote that I was carving a name And I was praying that no-one was ever gonna love me again And I was late for something Every hour of every day And completely lonesome Out on the prairie And a truck full of money Oh I know, I do Maybe someday will be Closer to what I find is here Plenty of love never been in Some truck full of money