Текст песни
No amount of money can buy these friends of mine
I know a couple people who take granted of their time
But I've got this fate that God's places on my plate
So I'm going to get to doing what my creator made me to make
Come on take a little walk with me
My dear
I want to know all your greatest fears
Mine is concreate
Covered ground
And a place so loud you can hear the sound
Of a whipporwill
Or the morning dove
No amount of money can buy these friends of mine
No amount of money can buy a man any more time
But I've got this fate that God's places on my plate
So I'm going to get to doing what my creator made me to make
Right now
Right now
Someones suns going down
And they'll tell you all them dollar signs they couldn't help them now
No amount of money can buy these friends of mine
I know a couple people who take granted of their time
But I've got this fate that God's places on my plate
So I'm going to get to doing what my creator made me to make