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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
she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in
her

And the thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The thing that makes her rich will make you poor"
right!
Well, I put you the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes I did, I did
you were living high on the hog
You had me down 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 make a bad mistake
You know I'd rather climb into bed a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that 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 that makes you rich make me
Very thing that you rich makes me poor
Makes me so poor
won't change it, no no...