The Very Thing That Makes You Rich (Makes Me Poor) Ry Cooder

[Verse 1]
My father told me, lyin' on his bed of death
"Boy," he says, "Woman, she's gonna make it, don't fool your self
'Cause she's got somethin' to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor"
That's right!

[Verse 2]
Well, I put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes I did, I sure did
While you were livin' high on the hog
You had me down here scufflin' like a dog
Well, the very thing that made you rich made me poor
The very thing that made you rich made me poor

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know I'd rather climb into the bed with a rattlesnake, that's right
Than to work hard every day, bringin' that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor