What will it say on your tombstone Here lies a rich man With his pocket full of gold Yeah, here lies a rich man With his pocket full of gold
What will it say on your tombstone? Here lies a rich man With his pocket full of gold Yeah, here lies a rich man With his pocket full of gold
Traduction: Vince Gill. Pocket Full Of Gold.
: When you said you were leavin' I said here we go again I ain't even breakin' even In this game I just can't win The cards are stacked against me Your
: Look at us After all these years together Look at us After all that we've been through Look at us Still leaning on each other If you want to see How
: You're so close to tellin' me you're leaving Packin' up your things and leavin' town If you can walk away the rest is easy Once you cut the strings
: You've got my number You've got my name So why don't you call me Little Liza Jane You've got that body You've got that frame So why don't you call
: Before the tears I've cried Have even dried She'll be with him They'll look in each other's eyes And with her lips still warm with lies She'll kiss
: Sparkle, there's gotta be a sparkle For you to love somebody For you to really know Brighter than the lights in the city It's more than being pretty
done What will it say on your tombstone Here lies a rich man With his pocket full of gold Yeah, here lies a rich man With his pocket full of gold
: If I didn't have you in my world What a lonely place my world would be If I didn't have you in my world I think I'd just pack up and leave It seems
: I work my fingers to the bone But you won't hear me cry and moan A workin' man don't need no welfare line Well I'll never be a millionaire And frankly
: I can read the writing on the wall You pretend that nothing's changed at all I've got just one thing to ask you if it's so Just take your memory with
I work my fingers to the bone But you won't hear me cry and moan A workin' man don't need no welfare line Well I'll never be a millionaire And frankly
When you said you were leavin' I said here we go again I ain't even breakin' even In this game I just can't win The cards are stacked against me Your
You've got my number You've got my name So why don't you call me Little Liza Jane You've got that body You've got that frame So why don't you call me
