Ami                         Fmaj7
I drive a truck, it carries money
Ami                         Fmaj7
And everyday, I dream up my fantasies
Dmi          G
Yesterday, I bought my beach house
Dmi                 G
A little place just off the coast of France
Ami                  Fmaj7
Everyday, I think of money
Ami                  Fmaj7
Everyday, I think of running

Ami                        Fmaj7
I love my truck, I love my family
Ami                                   Fmaj7
Stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me
Dmi
Could tie my right hand man
G
And put him some place
Dmi
Then I'd ditch the truck
    G
And I buy a new face
Ami                 Fmaj7
Everyday, I think of money
Ami                  Fmaj7
Everyday, I think of someway

   C
It can't buy you love
                    Fmaj7
It can't give you a soul
C
Can pick you up
             Fmaj7
Can down you low
C                        G
Can drag you out, of the hole
    F
You dug
    G
Yourself
    F       Ami
Out of ... again

Ami                        Fmaj7
Sat in a truck, it carries convicts
Ami                                Fmaj7
My hands are bound, to the seat by handcuffs
Dmi                  G
Tomorrow, I'll maybe walk around the yard
Dmi                      G
Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment
Ami                 Fmaj7
Everyday I think of money
Ami                Fmaj7
Everyday I miss my family