Paroles: Van Zant. My Kind Of Country. It's Only Money.

Grandpa used to keep his money buried three foot deep in mason jars
He forgot more times than not where he left it stashed out in the yard
He told us before he died; boys don?t do what I did
Save enough to get you by and go and spend all the rest

Chorus
It?s only money, that?s all it is
Harder to make it than it is to spend
Can?t take it with ya, so don?t let it get ya
It?s only money

The waiter said our featured wine tonight?s a California Merlot
May I suggest the calamari, oysters or the escargot?
She looked at me and smiled and in those blue eyes I got lost
I said bring us one of each of them, I don?t care what it costs

It?s only money, that?s all it is
Harder to make it than it is to spend
Can?t take it with ya, so don?t let it get ya
It?s only money

She found that diamond bracelet in the window of a jewelry store downtown
Oh no
She said I like the way it sparkles as she kissed me and I pulled my wallet
Yes I did
If it makes her happy I don?t care how much they charge
I still got a closet full of grandpa?s mason jars

It?s only money, that?s all it is
Harder to make it than it is to spend
Can?t take it with ya, so don?t let it get ya
It?s only money

It?s only money, that?s all it is
Harder to make it than it is to spend
Can?t take it with ya, so don?t let it get ya
It?s only money

It?s only money
It?s only money
It?s only money