Rich Man's Gold Songtext
von Oliver Anthony

Granddaddy grew up on dirt floors
The whole county was dirt poor
And Momma died when he was four
What a damn shame
They grew tobacco and raised hogs
Seven youngin′s and some old dogs
I reckon they was livin' high on the hog
Way back in their day


He′d say, "You weren't born to just pay bills and die"
You weren't born to just pay bills and die
All you need is a dog, a shack, a creek in the back
And a, a good woman to hold
Lord, you don′t need that rich man′s gold

Now people walkin' down easy street
Actin′ like they got hot coals under their feet
But they ain't had a day without nothin′ to eat
You bet the farm on that
You gotta start livin' off the land, livin′ on love
Givin' up thanks to the Lord above
'Cause when they put you down in that cold, dark ground

You′re gonna wish you weren′t born to just pay bills and die
'Cause you weren′t born to just pay bills and die
All you need is a dog, a shack, a creek in the back
And a, a good woman to hold
Lord, you don't need that rich man′s gold