Lyrics

Richest man in the graveyard Got a big ol' house and a big ole yard Trophy wife and a bunch of cars And a nice portfolio Richest man in the graveyard Worked real hard, came home late Two kids, and a cold dinner plate Said some day I'll slow down Some day rolled around A hundred dollar billfold Will act just like a 10 The fiddle plays Amazing Grace Just like a violin And you can Get there in an old truck Or a new Mercedes-Benz We're all goin' out The same way that we came in We're all goin' out The same way that we came in Richest man in the graveyard Got a big ol' marble headstone Bunch of nice words chiseled on He's lying right beside The poorest man in the graveyard In the box that still ain't paid for Bet they hang out after dark And pretend to drink a beer Sayin' "how'd we end up here?" A hundred dollar bill fold Will act just like a 10 The fiddle plays Amazing Grace Just like a violin And you can Get there in an old truck Or a new Mercedes-Benz We're all goin' out The same way that we came in We're all goin' out The same way that we came in With nothin' So why in the world are we always worried About nothin'? Nothin' A hundred dollar bill fold Will act just like a 10 The fiddle plays Amazing Grace Just like a violin And you can Get there in an old truck Or a new Mercedes-Benz We're all goin' out The same way that we came in We're all goin' out The same way that we came in
Writer(s): Jim Beavers, Jimmy Yeary, Connie Rae Harrington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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