(S. Bailey)
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(C#m) - (G#m7) - (G#7) - (F#7) - (E) - (B)
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My father (C#m) told me, lying (G#m7) on his bed of (C#m) death,
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"Boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your (G#7) self
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'Cause she's got (C#m) something to make a man (F#7) lay that money, uh, right in her hand
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And the very (E) thing that makes her (B) rich will make you (C#m) poor (F#7)
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The very thing that makes her (G#7) rich will make you (C#m) poor"
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That's right!
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Well, I put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did
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Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes I did, I sure did
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While you were living high on the hog
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You had me down here scuffling like a dog
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Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
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The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
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Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
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You know I'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
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Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
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The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
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Makes me so damn poor
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The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
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The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
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Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
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Makes me so damned poor
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Money won't change it, no no...
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THE VERY THING THAT MAKES YOU RICH (MAKES ME POOR)
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| Ry Cooder |
