Tom T. Hall - Greed Kills More People Than Whiskey lyrics
[Tom T. Hall - Greed Kills More People Than Whiskey lyrics]
I was standin' outside of a hotel in Houston
Blinkin' my eyes in the bright morning sun
A feller next to me said where are you headed
I told him to Nashville cause
That's where I'm from
I said I had one or too many last evening
Brother I damn near fell off of my steed
He said yeah whiskey gets 'em
And whiskey gets many
But listen son nothin' kills
People like greed i said huh and I turned to
Him and he was a cowboy
Bout fifty years old in a big western hat
Sir if you said that greed
Killed more people than whiskey
If my taxi don't come tell me more bout that
(asguitar) he said I knew a guy
Who made millions on millions
Then he turned right around and
Made millions on that
He had crude oil and blue chips
And good barns and feed lots
He could touch an old steer
And just turn into fat
And he coveted the money that
Other folks lived on
He never spent nickels he
Thought he could keep
It was money that made him a
Night hawk and a worrier
And soon it was money that
Robbed him of sleep
And they buried him deep in
A west Texas graveyard
They put up a tombstone of all he had done
And I am the man that he
Fired for a few beers
But I'm sure feeling good in
The west Texas sun (acguitar)
I shook hands with that man and
I crawled in the taxi
And I thought of the two things
That I keep doing wrong
The man said that the greed
Killed more people than whiskey
And I'm sittin' here hung
Over writin' a song
Blinkin' my eyes in the bright morning sun
A feller next to me said where are you headed
I told him to Nashville cause
That's where I'm from
I said I had one or too many last evening
Brother I damn near fell off of my steed
He said yeah whiskey gets 'em
And whiskey gets many
But listen son nothin' kills
People like greed i said huh and I turned to
Him and he was a cowboy
Bout fifty years old in a big western hat
Sir if you said that greed
Killed more people than whiskey
If my taxi don't come tell me more bout that
(asguitar) he said I knew a guy
Who made millions on millions
Then he turned right around and
Made millions on that
He had crude oil and blue chips
And good barns and feed lots
He could touch an old steer
And just turn into fat
And he coveted the money that
Other folks lived on
He never spent nickels he
Thought he could keep
It was money that made him a
Night hawk and a worrier
And soon it was money that
Robbed him of sleep
And they buried him deep in
A west Texas graveyard
They put up a tombstone of all he had done
And I am the man that he
Fired for a few beers
But I'm sure feeling good in
The west Texas sun (acguitar)
I shook hands with that man and
I crawled in the taxi
And I thought of the two things
That I keep doing wrong
The man said that the greed
Killed more people than whiskey
And I'm sittin' here hung
Over writin' a song