The Very Thing That Makes You Rich (makes Me Poor) Lyrics - Singles - Cooder Ry

(S. Bailey) 

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, 

"Boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool yourself 

'Cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in 

her 

hand 

And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor 

The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor" 

That's right! 

Well, I put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did 

Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes I did, I sure did 

While you were living high on the hog 

You had me down here scuffling like a dog 

Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor 

The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor 

Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake 

You know I'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake 

Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay 

The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor, 

Makes me so damn poor 

The thing that makes her rich makes me poor 

The very thing that makes you rich make me poor 

Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor 

Makes me so damned poor 

Money won't change it, no no...