2 acessos
C#m G#m7 C#m My father told me, lying on his bed of death, G#7 "Boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool yourself C#m F#7 'Cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand E B C#m F#7 And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor C#m G#7 C#m The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor" F#7 That's right! [Verse 2] C#m G#m7 C#m Well, I put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did G#7 Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes I did, I sure did C#m While you were living high on the hog F#7 You had me down here scuffling like a dog E B C#m F#7 Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor C#m G#7 C#m The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor [Solo] [Verse 3] C#m G#m7 C#m Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake G#7 You know I'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake C#m F#7 Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay E B C#m The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor, F#7 Makes me so damn poor E B C#m F#7 The thing that makes her rich makes me poor E B The very thing that makes you rich make me poor E B C#m Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor F#7 Makes me so damned poor C#m F#7 Money won't change it, no no...