I was standin' outside of a hotel in Houston Blinkin' my eyes in the bright morning sun A feller next to me said where are you headed? I told him to Nashville 'cause that's where I'm from I said, "I had one or too many last evening brother I damn near fell off of my steed" He said, "Yeah, whiskey gets 'em and whiskey gets many But listen son nothin' kills people like greed" I said, "Huh' and I turned to him and he was a cowboy 'Bout fifty years old in a big western hat 'Sir, if you said that greed killed more people than whiskey If my taxi don't come tell me more 'bout that" He said, "I knew a guy who made millions on millions Then he turned right around and made millions on that He had crude oil and blue chips and good barns and feed lots He could touch an old steer and just turn into fat And he coveted the money that other folks lived on He never spent nickels he thought he could keep" It was money that made him a night hawk and a worrier And soon it was money that robbed him of sleep And they buried him deep in a west Texas graveyard They put up a tombstone of all he had done And I am the man that he fired for a few beers But I'm sure feeling good in the west Texas sun I shook hands with that man and I crawled in the taxi And I thought of the two things that I keep doing wrong The man said that the greed killed more people than whiskey And I'm sittin' here hung over writin' a song © SONY/ATV ACUFF ROSE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com