Montgomery Gentry

Ah, let me tell you a little story about my family
Daddy almost made a living with eighty acres and a plow
He could've bought that place twice over working for someone in town
Ah, but you should've seen him in his fields at harvest time
He'd swear the gates of heaven opened and he was standing first in line
You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money
Oh, you got to satisfy your soul
I grabbed the world when I turned eighteen
I turned it over and I shook it hard
I filled my pockets up with money
But it burned a hole right through my heart
You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money