Stuart Cable - Everyday I Think Of Money lyrics

I drive a truck, it carries money And everyday, I dream up my fantasies Yesterday, I bought my beach house A little place just off the coast of France Everyday I think of money Everyday I think of running I love my truck, I love my family Stuck in the back, the good life surrounds me Could tie my right hand man, and put him some place Then I'd ditch the truck, and buy a new face Everyday I think of money Everyday I think of something It can't buy you love, can't give you soul Can pick you up, can down you low Can drag you out of the hole You dug, yourself, out of again Sat in a truck, it it carries convicts My hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs Tomorrow, I'll maybe walk around the yard Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment Everyday I think of money Everyday I miss my family