Danny Schmidt - Better Off Broke lyrics

All by my lonesome and by myself Ain't no soul left this boy can sell Cause there ain't no reason to make no rhymes Oh child, you're right on time Oh child, the things I could tell The things I could tell you, but you already know Those rhymes ain't cards you play like poker They're jokers so hold 'em til the fools all fold So the child came over or the child came out Speakin' in a whisper what a man might shout About dreams and devils and dollars and dimes Oh child, you're right on time Oh child, the things I could tell you The things I could tell you, but you already know Keep drawin' them dreams in the dirt with your finger Cause singin's about bringin' that mud some soul So we sing all night and we talk all day And we sleep while the farmers of the world make hay And throw pennies in the well, and we pull back wine Oh child, you're right on time Oh child, the things I could tell you The things I could tell you, but you already know Water to wine and wine to wishes And wishes to something you can drink down cold Why now, why all now? Hope's just something we need somehow Why now, why all now? Tomorrow ain't going away Golden-tongued child and a fireside night Spittin' songs in the kettle with the heat up high When the blood's to a boil then the soup's sublime Oh child, you're right on time Oh child, the things I could tell you The things I could tell you, but you already know You're better off broke with soup in your belly Than sittin' there hungry round a pot of gold