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(S. Bailey)
My father told me, on his bed of death,
"Boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, fool yourself
'Cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, in
her

And the very thing that makes her rich will make you
The very thing that makes her rich will you poor"
right!
Well, I put you behind the of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did
Had you living like a man's daughter, yes I did, I sure did
While you were high on the hog
You had me here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever such a bad mistake
You know I'd rather climb bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard day bringing that woman all my pay
The very that makes you rich makes me poor,
me so damn poor
The thing that makes her makes me poor
The very thing makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me
Makes me so poor
won't change it, no no...