Текст песни Everyday I Think of Money - Stereophonics
I
drive
a
truck,
it
carries
money,
And
everyday,
I
dream
up
my
fantasies.
Yesterday,
I
bought
my
beach
house,
A
little
place
just
off
the
coast
of
France.
Everyday
I
think
of
money,
Everyday
I
think
of
running.
I
love
my
truck,
I
love
my
family,
Stuck
in
the
back,
the
good
life
surrounds
me.
Could
tie
my
right
hand
man,
and
put
him
some
place,
Then
I′d
ditch
the
truck,
and
buy
a
new
face.
Everyday
I
think
of
money,
Everyday
I
think
of
something.
It
cant
buy
you
love,
cant
give
you
soul,
Can
pick
you
up,
can
down
you
low.
Can
drag
you
out
of
the
hole,
You
dug,
yourself,
out
of
again.
Sat
in
a
truck,
it
it
carries
convicts,
My
hands
are
bound
to
the
seat
by
handcuffs,
Tomorrow,
I'll
maybe
walk
around
the
yard,
Or
paint
in
my
cell,
and
hate
imprisonment.
Everyday
I
think
of
money,
Everyday
I
miss
my
family.
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