Lyrics Old Joe Riley - Dean Brody

Old Joe Riley

Old Joe Riley owned a fishin shack
With the ocean out front and the bay out back
He had a little boat and a fisherman s tan
When he wasn t out fishin he was sittin in the sand
Then the big boys came and they offered him millions
To put up some condos or a swank hotel
Old Joe Riley told them no thanks anyway
I could use the money but I just can t sell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
Come on
He said I ve seen the cities eatin up small towns
Where you can t smell the breeze and it s cement ground
You pay to park your car but it ain t safe to walk
Nobody looks you in the eye, don t speak, don t talk
So when the big boys came and they offered him millions
To put up some condos or a swank hotel
Old Joe Riley told them no thanks anyway
I could use the money but I just can t sell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
Here we go
Yeah the bank lock box there s a deed to some land
With his widow s gold ring a few grains of sand
Joe Riley s granddaughter s gonna face a big choice
I hope she remembers her granddaddy s voice
When the big boys came and they offered him millions
To put up some condos or a swank hotel
Old Joe Riley told them no thanks anyway
I could use the money but I just can t sell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
Come on