That was our land before Route 66 Back when times were hard Mama never smiled for a photograph In fact she never smiled at all Daddy was a hardworking man A salt of the earth kinda guy He said you ain't nothing unless you work hard And he worked till the day that he died
I can still hear him saying to me Money don't grow on trees You gotta get down on your hands and your knees And work your fingers to the bone
I got a job in carpentry And building out of stone I even tried my hand as company man To pay down some of loans Went door to door and I don't know what for Nearly killed for low pay Then I got hired bailin wire All work no play
I can still hear him saying to me Money don't grow on trees You gotta get down on your hands and your knees And work your fingers to the bone
The day finally came When pop passed away And he left me a little piece of land 99 tree on every acre He planted each one by hand Years went by and the fruit started to fly Making money was a breeze I never I'd see it but now I believe it Money really does grow on trees
I wish that he was here talking to me I'd tell him money really does grow on trees But you gotta get down on your hands and your knees And work your fingers to the boneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
