Cash out or Cry

Verse 1

Well, City Slicker Sam rolled up in a shiny new truck,

Threw a diamond on my porch like he was trying his luck.

Said, "Darlin', take my platinum card, buy whatever you please,"

I said, "Mister, keep your plastic, you're bringin' me to my knees...

Beggin' for a clue!"

Chorus

'Cause money can't buy happiness, and it sure can't buy my heart!

You can flash your golden Rolex, but we're miles and miles apart.

I'd rather milk a dairy cow than spend a day with a pig,

And honey, you're the porker with a gold-plated rig!

Yeah, love don't buy happiness, and your wallet's runnin' dry,

On this outlaw country girl, you can save your cash and cry!

Verse 2

Next came Banker Bill with a pocket full of green,

Thought he'd buy a southern belle fit for a magazine.

Bought a five-carat rock, tried to slip it on my hand,

I said, "Boy, I own the dirt, you're just rentin' out the land!"

Tried to hog the spotlight, thought he was a prize,

So I saddled up my horse and I looked him in the eyes!

Chorus

'Cause money can't buy happiness, and it sure can't buy my heart!

You can flash your golden Rolex, but we're miles and miles apart.

I'd rather milk a dairy cow than spend a day with a pig,

And honey, you're the porker with a gold-plated rig!

Yeah, love don't buy happiness, and your wallet's runnin' dry,

On this outlaw country girl, you can save your cash and cry!

Bridge

You can trot around the barnyard squealin' 'bout your wealth,

But I'd rather spend my lifetime workin' for myself!

A man who's full of bacon and a whole lot of pride,

Ain't got the grit to match the fire burnin' deep inside!

(Guitar Solo)

Chorus

'Cause money can't buy happiness, and it sure can't buy my heart!

You can flash your golden Rolex, but we're miles and miles apart.

I'd rather milk a dairy cow than spend a day with a pig,

And honey, you're the porker with a gold-plated rig!

Yeah, love don't buy happiness, and your wallet's runnin' dry,

On this outlaw country girl, you can save your cash and cry!

Outro

Yeah, keep your cash...

Keep your little pink snout in the mud, mister.

This girl don't cry, and she sure ain't for sale.

Oink, oink... goodbye!