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