E.B. Fraley Follow

Ran a biker in the ditch
Big city lawyer calls
Says, "Son, I'm gonna make you rich"

"Just put your shoulder in a sling
And your neck in a brace
We're gonna take his butt to court
An take everything he makes"
'Cause it's all about the money

There's a local politician
Said he needed our vote
He'd put two chickens in every pot
And pave all the county roads

But we ain't seen that son of a gun
Since the day he raised his hand
We're still dodging pot holes
Eatin' potted meat and spam

'Cause it's all about the money
It's all about the money
It's all about the money

A handshake used to be
All you used to need to make a deal
Yeah, make a deal

But now they look you in the eye
And tell you big ol' bold faced lies
With a team of lawyers
Are movin' in for the kill
'Cause it's all about the money

They say they're your best friends
As longs as you're buying the rounds
They'll tell you jokes and light your smokes
At every bar in town

But as soon as you hit some hard times
And the good times disappear
You're all alone and they're all gone
And one thing is so clear
It's all about the money
It's all about the money

All about the money
It's all about the money
It's all about the money
It's all about the money

Ran a biker in the ditch
Big city lawyer calls