Rich Man

I been riding around in this ol' damn Ford

And it don't do me no good no more

I thought of trading this thing up

For something more souped up

Now what would I be doing that for?

If I learned a thing from them ol' red letters

Is there's always gonna be one more better

So find something that you love

And quit chasing them big bucks

Well, I tried to, but I was all about that

Money, fame, and the fancy things

Brown outta fifth and some nicotine

No, it ain't how I was raised up

Who the hell buys a truck that ain't seen the mud?

Pack of reds with some green and a fake ID

On a Friday night used to be all I need

I had to learn to understand

That the Lord was broke

And the devil was a rich man

Mm

I was a punch card and a work hard week

Filling red cups with something real cheap

But I traded all that in

And these diamonds don't mean shit

Think I need to find myself again

Stop spending like I'm making them millions

And stop spending time running from my feelings

And the people that I love

'Cause, damn it, I can't end up stuck

With just some money, fame, and the fancy things

Brown outta fifth and some nicotine

No, it ain't how I was raised up

Who the hell buys a truck that ain't seen the mud?

Pack of reds with some green and a fake ID

On a Friday night used to be all I need

I had to learn to understand

That the Lord was broke

And the devil was a rich man

Oh, yeah

Woah, woah

Oh, yeah

I'm still running around in this ol' damn Ford

And though it ain't as good as the one next door

I'm done trying to just keep up on it, mm

'Cause the devil was a rich man