Matt Schuster - Rich Man Lyrics

I've been riding around in this old damn Ford
And it don't do me no good no more
I thought of trading this thing up
For something more suped up
Now what would I be doing that for?
If I learned a thing from them old red letters
It's there's always gonna be one more better
So find something that you love
And quit chasing them big bucks
Well, I tried to but I was all about that

Money, fame and the fancy things
Brown out fifth and some nicotine
No, it ain't how I was raised up
Who the hell buys a truck that ain't seen the mud?
Pack of Reds with some green and a fake ID
On a Friday night used to be all I need
I had to learn to understand
That the Lord was broke
And the devil was rich man

I was a punch card and a work hard week
Fillin' red cups with something real cheap
But I traded all that in
And these diamonds don't mean shit
Think I need to find myself again
Stop spending like I'm making them millions
And stop spending time running from my feelings
And the people that I love
'Cause dammit I can't end up stuck

With just some money, fame and the fancy things
Brown out fifth, some nicotine
No, it ain't how I was raised up
Who the hell buys a truck that ain't seen the mud?
Pack of Reds with some green and a fake ID
On a Friday night used to be all I need
I had to learn to understand
That the Lord was broke
And the devil was rich man
Oh, yeah, whoa, whoa

I'm still running around in this old damn Ford
And though it ain't as good as the one next door
I'm done trying to just keep up on it
'Cause the devil was a rich man