A Poor Man's Dollar
On the road fore the comes up.
Three hundred thousand on his old truck.
Gets to work early unlocks 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 only complicates.
A poor man's dollar is what he makes.
What do you know, he can finally be still.
The smile they made him looks peaceful and real.
His family and friends are all headed this way.
Chased a poor man's dollar on his dying day.
Cash above the visor and under the seat,
More cash in his house than they'd ever seen.
He always was a saver, but for him it's too late!
A poor man's dollar - someone else's to take.
