Verse: G#m E I drive a truck, it carries money and every day, I dream of my fantasies C#m F# Yesterday i bought my beach house Little place just off the coast of france G#m E Every day i think of money Every day i think of running G#m E I love my truck, I love my family Stacked in the back the good life surrounds me C#m F# Could tie my right hand man and put him some place Then iʼd ditch the truck and buy a new face G#m E Everyday I think of money Everyday I think of someway Chorus: B G#m It canʼt buy you love, Canʼt give you soul Can pick you up, Can down you low B C#m B C#m G#m Can drag you out of the hole you dug, yourself....again. Verse: G#m E Sat in a truck it carries convicts My hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs C#m F# Tomorrow, Iʼll maybe walk around the yard Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment G#m E Everyday i think of money Everyday i miss my family
