Money, Marbles, and Chalk Songtext
von Reno and Smiley
Money, Marbles, and Chalk Songtext
I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
′Cause my money won't spend, and my marbles won′t roll
And my chalk won't write anymore
There's an old sayin′ that′s been all around
I heard it before I could walk
How some's got health and some′s got wealth
Others, money, marbles and chalk
I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
'Cause my money won′t spend, and my marbles won't roll
And my chalk won′t write anymore
While you were near, I was happy and gay
Your presence made me feel so proud
But you left me for another one day
Now I feel all alone in a crowd
I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
'Cause my money won't spend, and my marbles won′t roll
And my chalk won′t write anymore
Money, marbles and chalk is alright
For a miser who loves only gold
But give me a chance to save our romance
For I love you with all of my soul
I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
'Cause my money won′t spend, and my marbles won't roll
And my chalk won′t write anymore
But I still feel like I am poor
′Cause my money won't spend, and my marbles won′t roll
And my chalk won't write anymore
There's an old sayin′ that′s been all around
I heard it before I could walk
How some's got health and some′s got wealth
Others, money, marbles and chalk
I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
'Cause my money won′t spend, and my marbles won't roll
And my chalk won′t write anymore
While you were near, I was happy and gay
Your presence made me feel so proud
But you left me for another one day
Now I feel all alone in a crowd
I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
'Cause my money won't spend, and my marbles won′t roll
And my chalk won′t write anymore
Money, marbles and chalk is alright
For a miser who loves only gold
But give me a chance to save our romance
For I love you with all of my soul
I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
'Cause my money won′t spend, and my marbles won't roll
And my chalk won′t write anymore
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