Lynyrd Skynyrd

(e. king, j. van zant)
This song goes out to all the money men
He drives around in a fancy car
Smokes those long cuban cigars
He dont know how to play guitar
He cant sing but still the pretty girls think hes a star
We play music got families to feed
Aint good with numbers and he knows we cant read
If we get a dollar you know he gets three
It aint hard to figure out its as simple as can be
Dont ask me ask the money man
These boys are livin in a fantasy land
I just keep em on the road so they can pay the money man
Ill be long gone before they understand
My promises are strong like a road made out of sand
I wanna be your money man
My mortgage is picked up by the band
I wanna be your money man
The boys, oh theyre sleepin out in the van