This song goes out to all the money men. . He drives around in a fancy car. Smokes those long Cuban cigars. He don't know how to play guitar. He can't sing but still the pretty girls think he's a star.
Two young lovers meet and take each others hand. They say I do in the name of the lord. Livin' as one givin' all they can. Then the pressures come and a child is born.
I don't read the paper, I don't watch the news. Life's good in this small town, population 62. Our bank ain't been held-up since 1932. Our doors are always unlocked.