Rhyme for a Dime

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Oh, how can you tell me it's a long way home
When I can see the front door swinging
And supper is a-cookin on the old wood stove
And I can hear the banjo ringing

Well I've been all around this old town
Rambled up in the hills
Met all kinds of people
Seen them at their worst
I tell you money won't make you happy
But it'll get you few things it might
Like a brand new John B Stetson hat
And britches that fit just right

When they came down to take him up
None of us seen it a comin'
And I never wanna see another grown man cry
When they send his son up to heaven

You got the money for the payment
I've got your change for a dime
I know a fella on the corner
That'll trade you ten cents for a rhyme
I tell you money won't make you happy
But it'll get you few things it will
Like a brand new set of them guitar strings
And a ford automobile

Little mouse a creepin' through the old barn door
What does he have to say
Can we all live together when the work is pleasure
And paint it a better way

I've been all around this old town
Rambled up in the hills
Met all kinds of people
Seen them at their worst
I tell you money won't make you happy
But it'll get you few things it might
Like a brand new John B stetson hat
And britches that fit just right

When they come to take you
for to kingdom come
You might not see it coming
But you can't try to reason
With the changin' of the seasons
When you know it's bound to come anyhow

You got the money for the payment
I've got your change for a dime
I know a fella on the corner
That'll trade you ten cents for a rhyme
I tell you money won't make you happy
But it'll get you few things it will
Like a brand new set of them guitar strings
And a ford automobile