My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

But he never hurt nobody He just loved to live that way My daddy was a bank robber And he loved to steal your money So he came to jazz it up Some is rich, and some is poor And that's the way the world is But I don't believe in laying back Sayin' how bad

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The