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Money doesn't grow on trees we are told You've got to inherit it or dig up some gold When I was growing up we were poor as dirt I looked forward to getting a brand new shirt
I had my first job making three dollars a day I worked all day and had no time to play As a teenager I rode around in mama's car A dollar's worth of gas carried me far
As a private in the Army my pay was low Pay raises it seemed came mighty slow We didn't have computers, cells and ipods to buy I did buy an eight track and listen to Lucy in the Sky
Last year I watched gas prices soar and soar All the time the people wanted more and more Most of us live better than kings did in the past What king had a refrigerator that would last and last
The answer from the government is a stimulus packet Giving money to bail out banks, and such what a racket A dollar or a quarter sure ain't what it used to be But we could spend it more wisely it seems to me
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