
Have Money Lyrics
- Genre:Blues
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
One, two, three, four
Working on the farm raising up my sheep. Ain't do them no harm but they ain't going to speak a peep
Have money
Collecting all their wool and butchering their meat. selling by the pound full. Is what I do all week
Have money
Making all my dough off sheep on death row
Have money
Agro-Inspector came around today "What's going on here?" is what she had to say.
Have money
making all my dough off sheep on death row
Have money
My conditions are fine, they're standing line by line
You ask about their health, but I'm a kill'em, so what the hell, have money
And on those days of sun, I repent for what I've done
Have money
I want you to listen, this isn't a prison
They get out once a month, isn't that enough to
Have money
Feed 'em three times a day, feed 'em all kinds of grain
And if you're not happy with their state of life, come raise these fatties, they all meet the knife
And you, you, get money