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