Lynyrd Skynyrd - Money Man
(e. king, j. van zant)
This song goes out to all the money men
He drives around in a fancy car
Smokes those long cuban cigars
He don’t know how to play guitar
He can’t sing but still the pretty girls think he’s a star
We play music got families to feed
Ain’t good with numbers and he knows we can’t read
If we get a dollar you know he gets three
It ain’t hard to figure out it’s as simple as can be
Don’t ask me ask the money man
These boys are livin’ in a fantasy land
I just keep ’em on the road so they can pay the money man
I’ll be long gone before they understand
My promises are strong like a road made out of sand
I wanna be your money man
My mortgage is picked up by the band
I wanna be your money man
The boys, oh they’re sleepin’ out in the van
Don’t ask me ask the money man
You boys are livin’ in fantasy land
You signed the dotted line I’m takin’ all I can
Your money’s lookin’ good in my retirement plan
That’s just the way it is when your playin’ in a band
That’s my money man down on his knees
He ain’t prayin’ but he damn sure ought to be
He’s at a place where money doesn’t grow on trees
And all his prison buddies doin’ more than shoot the breeze
How does it feel no money man
Not too good
What did you do with my money man
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How does it feel to be a honey man
Are you sure that your still a man
Aw your dressed up like a little girl
Just shootin’ the breeze down on your knees
Money man, oh money man