Текст песни Another Man's Wealth - Slaid Cleaves

Sam Nolan's a rancher in Llano
Where he succeeds or he fails on his own
Depending on only the sun and the rain
To keep his family farm and home
Through flood and drought he's unshaken
Never curses the hand he's been dealt
And he never once thinks of walking away
To go to work for another man's wealth

'Cause here in the home of the brave
This world is still made up
Of kings and of slaves
And a man who can work for himself
Will never be content
To go to work for another man's wealth

Never owned a brand new car
No insurance, no benefit plans
Always one step ahead of disaster
But your time is your own and no other man's
If this is the life that you've chosen
You count on no one but yourself
You'd rather sleep on the street
Eat your dinner from a dumpster
Than to work for another man's wealth

On a rolling Texas prairie
The sweet smell of crude in the air
Over a long lonesome horizon the sun
Shines down on the wicked and the fair
In this land of dreamers and demons
You've gotta walk through that valley yourself
Are you ready for that roll of the dice now
Or will you work for another man's wealth

'Cause here in the home of the brave
This world is still made up
Of kings and of slaves
And a man who works for himself
Will never be content
To go to work for another man's wealth
Some others may be content
But I swear I'll never work for another man's wealth