Rags to Riches

Well you got me on the down low
Swinging up
I only want your affection
So give me some
Keep it going 'til the break of dawn
You wanna see a dog cry
Don't give him a bone
Well it's a hustle
So why not give it a chance
To make an old man tussle
And a graveyard dance
And it's a cold road
I'm trying to sell my soul
To make a penny and a dollar
Just to take me home

We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to

Now, everybody lift me up
I ain't had a come up in 20 years
I think my mama was right, no
The devil lives in the nine to five
And when the paper hits your hands
Well it just don't jive
And it's a hustle
So why not give it a chance
To make an old man tussle
And a graveyard dance
And it's a cold road
I'm trying to sell my soul
To make a penny and a dollar just to
Take me home

We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to

Let me in, I wanna die

We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to riches
We're turning rags to



Credits
Writer(s): David Carlson, Julia Carlson, Jay Brunswick, Robert Brock Berryhill
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