| Let’s go to Louisiana boys
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| Way down in Louisiana where the moss and cypress grew
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| You’d find old Jack in a shotgun shack
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| In the back of the black bayou
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| Some folks called him crazy but I knew better than that
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| He kept a hundred dollar bill tucked away in the brim
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| Of his dirty old cowboy hat
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| Jack told me a story when I was ten years old
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| He said there was once a fool tried to swim this swamp
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| With his back weighted down with gold
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| He said you should’ve seen that alligator smile
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| He had a meal fit for a king
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| But he ened up on my table son, money ain’t everything
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| He said there’s only one way into this world
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| And one way out it’s true
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| You either eat the alligator
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| Or he’s gonna eat you
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| There’s people livin' in a high-rise
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| That’ll never hear a robin sing
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| What good is first place when you’re in a rat race
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| Money ain’t everything
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| Little Maggie May lay dying, her heart was about to go
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| When her daddy found a sack on the porch out back
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| With a half a million dollars in gold
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| They still talk about the stranger who saved her life that spring
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| No name on the note but someone wrote, money ain’t everything
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| He said there’s only one way into this world
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| And one way out it’s true
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| You either eat the alligator
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| Or he’s gonna eat you
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| There’s people livin' in a high-rise
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| That’ll never hear a robin sing
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| What good is first place when you’re in a rat race
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| Money ain’t everything
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| No name on the note but I know who wrote, money ain’t everything |