V1
I don’t have a wealthy father
Or a vacation place in the Bahamas
I don’t wanna have a second home
Keep track of two of everything I own
Worry where the Stockmarket’s at
You gotta be rich to think like that
Ch
I’m just a poor troubadour
I like to fish off my front porch
Catch sunsets and striped bass
Listen to frogs and Johnny Cash
Greed and money I ain’t made of
I don’t have friends like Bernie Madoff
V2
Kids round here don’t go to the Ivy League
Or outgrow their britches when they get big
Wives shop at Walmart or Circle K
And if they can’t find it there they go on eBay
Men wear their Levis til they’re torn to smithereens
Not eight hundred dollar pee-stained jeans
Ch
Br
I got a trailer by a lake and the songs I wrote
That’s the extent of my portfolio
