My father was born on February 24th, 1934
The son of migrant workers
He spent the first part of his life working the fields of this great country
He picked cotton, cherries, strawberries, tomatoes, and potatoes
Just whatever the Good Lord would put in his hand for an honest day's wage
But, through hard times and hardships
He's never failed to convince me he's the happiest man alive
This song is for my daddy
Old hands and tired feet
Sometimes all I do is sleep
And, I don't have a dime
But, after all this time
I'm a rich man
No fancy car to drive
I don't know what it's like
To have a big house with a pool
But, trust me, don't be fooled
I'm a rich man
'Cause the love of my life is still is still right here, by my side
And, my whole family still thinks the world of me
I'm a rich man
That's a rich man
Every father wants the best
And, I'm no different from the rest
I hope you get the most from life
And find out what it's like
To be a rich man
Cause the love of my life is still is still right here, by my side
And, my whole family still loves to hang out with me
I'm a rich man
That's a rich man
He's a rich man
Wouldn't it be so cool if we could all be a rich man?
