| When Dad would play his old guitar
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| He used to rant and rave
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| Though he hardly had two dimes
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| He would tell me what God gave
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| We’d all dance around the room
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| When he would sing and play
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| When people said he was poor
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| He said, «I'm rich in another way»
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| I went to school and I smelled of smoke
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| And my jeans were hand-me-down
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| I had patches sewn onto patches
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| We had a single-wide outside of town
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| My daddy took me bar to bar
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| To get me where I am today
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| People said I was poor
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| But I was rich in another way
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| When people said we were poor
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| We were rich in another way
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Rich in another way
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| Well, Daddy’s got his wings these days
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| And his children are all grown
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| We don’t worry 'bout money no more
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| With all the things we own
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| Still, the finest things we ever had
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| Was to never have a thing
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| So wherever life may take us
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| We would always live like kings
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| You know, it wouldn’t mean a thing to me
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| If I lost it all today
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| When people said we were poor
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| We were rich in another way
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| When people said we were poor
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| You know, we were rich in another way |