Letras
Three, two, one
You weren't born to just pay bills and die
You weren't born to just pay bills and die
All's you need is a dog, a shack, a creek in the back
And a good woman to hold, Lord
You don't need that rich man's gold
My granddaddy grew up on dirt floors
The whole county was dirt poor
Mama died when he was four
What a damn shame
They grew tobacco and raised hogs
Seven youngins and some old dogs
I reckon they was livin' high on the hog
Way back in their day
He'd say, "You weren't born to just pay bills and die"
You weren't born to just pay bills and die
All's you need is a dog, a shack, a creek in the back
And a good woman to hold, Lord
You don't need them rich man's gold