A Poor Man's Dollar
Out of the driveway before the sun is up.
Close to three hundred thousand on his old truck.
Gets to work early to unlock the gate.
Chasing a poor man's dollar, He can't be late.
Overtime helps, but its been a tough ride.
The money is good, but he's dying inside.
No time to spend it. It only complicates.
A poor man's dollar is what he makes.
Well what do you know, he can finally be still.
The smile they made him looks peaceful and real.
His family and friends are headed this way.
Chased a poor man's dollar on his dying day.
They found cash above the visor, cash under the seat,
More cash in his sock drawer than they had ever seen.
He always was a saver. But for him it's too late,
A poor man's dollar is someone else's to take.
