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AmI drive a truck, it carries Fmaj7money AmAnd everyday, I dream up my Fmaj7fantasies DmYesterday, I Gbought my beach house DmA little place just Goff the coast of France AmEveryday, I think of Fmaj7money AmEveryday, I think of Fmaj7running
AmI love my truck, I love my Fmaj7family AmStacked in the back, the good life surFmaj7rounds me DmCould tie my right hand man GAnd put him some place DmThen I'd ditch the truck And GI buy a new face AmEveryday, I think ofFmaj7 money AmEveryday, I think of Fmaj7someway
It Ccan't buy you love It can't give you a Fmaj7soul CCan pick you up Can down you Fmaj7low CCan drag you out, of the Ghole You Fdug YourGself Out Fof ... aAmgain
AmSat in a truck, it carries Fmaj7convicts AmMy hands are bound, to the seat by Fmaj7handcuffs DmTomorrow, I'll maybe Gwalk around the yard DmOr paint in my cell, and Ghate imprisonment AmEveryday I think of Fmaj7money AmEveryday I miss my Fmaj7family