Old Joe Riley
Old Joe Riley owned a fishin' shack
With the ocean out front and the bay out back
He had a little boat and a fisherman's tan
And when he wasn't out fishin' he was sittin' in the sand
Then the big boys came and they offered him millions
To put up some condos or a swank hotel
Old Joe Riley told 'em no thanks anyway
I could use the money but I just can't sell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
Come on
He said I've seen the cities eatin' up small towns
Where you can't smell the breeze, and it's cement ground
You pay to park your car but it ain't safe to walk
Nobody looks you in the eye, don't speak, don't talk
So when the big boys came and they offered him millions
To put up some condos or a swank hotel
Old Joe Riley told 'em no thanks anyway
I could use the money but I just can't sell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
Yeah the bank lock box there's a deed to some land
With his widow's gold ring a few grains of sand
Joe Riley's granddaughter's gonna face a big choice
I hope she remembers her granddaddy's voice
When the big boys came and they offered him millions
To put up some condos or a swank hotel
Old Joe Riley told 'em no thanks anyway
I could use the money but I just can't sell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
Come on
With the ocean out front and the bay out back
He had a little boat and a fisherman's tan
And when he wasn't out fishin' he was sittin' in the sand
Then the big boys came and they offered him millions
To put up some condos or a swank hotel
Old Joe Riley told 'em no thanks anyway
I could use the money but I just can't sell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
Come on
He said I've seen the cities eatin' up small towns
Where you can't smell the breeze, and it's cement ground
You pay to park your car but it ain't safe to walk
Nobody looks you in the eye, don't speak, don't talk
So when the big boys came and they offered him millions
To put up some condos or a swank hotel
Old Joe Riley told 'em no thanks anyway
I could use the money but I just can't sell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
Yeah the bank lock box there's a deed to some land
With his widow's gold ring a few grains of sand
Joe Riley's granddaughter's gonna face a big choice
I hope she remembers her granddaddy's voice
When the big boys came and they offered him millions
To put up some condos or a swank hotel
Old Joe Riley told 'em no thanks anyway
I could use the money but I just can't sell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell
Come on
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Writer(s): Rick Giles, Steve Bogard
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