Текст песни Line Those Pockets - The Wood Brothers

Poor man livin' on the boulevard
Wealthy man drivin' by in a sports car
Little girl in a 3rd world city
Old lady still tryin' to look pretty
So let us pray it's not too late
To line those pockets with grace

Everybody's just tryin' to be happy
Line those pockets with grace
Everybody's just tryin' to be happy
So put your money away
Line those pockets with grace

Sore loser out to get revenge
Old boozer out sleepin' on a park bench
Desperate sinners always up to no good
All the kids that kick the can in the neighborhood
So let us pray it's not too late
To line those pockets with grace

Everybody's just tryin' to be happy
Line those pockets with grace
Everybody's just tryin' to be happy
So put your money away
Line those pockets with grace

Big game hunters in the camouflage pickup trucks
All the hippies in the tie dye school bus
Bus boys scrapin' by sweepin' up the restaurants
Little women sippin' wine like some débutants
Everybody's whose wishin' for a valentine
Stranded at the borderline, prayin' for a better time
Wounded soldier when he gets back home
Millionaire's got it all but he's still alone

Everybody's just tryin' to be happy
Line those pockets with grace
Everybody's just tryin' to be happy
So put your money away
Line those pockets with grace