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Verse 1:
Am Fmaj7
I drive a truck, it carries money
and every day, I dream of my fantasies
Dm G
Yesterday i bought my beach house
Little place just off the coast of france
Am Fmaj7
Every day i think of money
Every day i think of running
Verse 2:
Am Fmaj7
I love my truck, I love my family
Stacked in the back the good life surrounds me
Dm G
Could tie my right hand man and put him some place
Then i'd ditch the truck and buy a new face
Am Fmaj7
Everyday I think of money
Everyday I think of someway
Chorus
C Am
It can't buy you love, Can't give you soul
Can pick you up, Can down you low
C Dm C Dm Am
Can drag you out of the hole you dug, yourself....again.
Verse 3:
Am Fmaj7
Sat in a truck it carries convicts
My hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs
Dm G
Tomorrow, I'll maybe walk around the yard
Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment
Am Fmaj7
Everyday i think of money
Everyday i miss my family
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