another dollar

i use to know a man. he was happy all the time

if you needed some help. he'd give you his last dime

but i'm as child of the times. that don't work for me

'cause when i walk into the store. i want everything i see

everybody says that if you want to get ahead

if you want to be happy. got to make some more bread

i don't know if that's right. don't know what i believe

cause the more money i got. the more i need

another day another dollar

another day more money's all that matters

every day you hear me holler

i need some cash in my pocket to make me feel better

i wonder how i'd feel. if i gave half my pay

to the poor i see standing on the street everyday

well i think about it some

but not that much

see i just ain't got the time. too busy chasing a buck

i walk through this world of loneliness and greed

i'll never make enough money to get me what i need

if it can't buy love and can't buy peace of mind

then i guess a million bucks ain't worth a poor man's dime