| Billy works too hard, trying to make ends meet
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| He’s got to pay his credit cards
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| Yeah, he’s been dealing with the odds
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| That even Vegas can’t beat
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| By six he’s out of bed, she makes his coffee sweet
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| He grabs his boots and his coat
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| Leaves a note that says, 'I love you'
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| And runs to catch a bus down at the end of market street
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| It took some time to figure it out
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| He’s a rich man living in a poor man’s house
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| He might be down, but he isn’t out
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| He’s a rich man living in a poor man’s house
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| Every night at home, feels like it’s Christmas Eve
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| And Gracie’s got his dinner on the stove, Daddy’s coming home
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| And they’ve got seven hungry children
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| That are tugging on his sleeve
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| He arrives at nine as the work bell’s ringing
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| And he hits the grind but his heart is singing, yeah
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| Some men live for money, some men live for work
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| But it’s a real man, richer man who knows what love’s worth
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| Sha la la la la la la la
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| Rich man living in a poor man’s house
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| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Oh oh yeah, hey |