There were twenty-three sharing one cot
Living in a two bedroom apartment
Wasn’t much but just enough
Two crazy kids just getting started
He worked at Wal-Mart she drove a golf cart
Selling drinks to weekend golfers
Somewhere between a pocketful of dreams
And a few dollars in a tin can
Sometimes the rich ain’t wealthy and the poor ain’t broke
You got to find your own river of gold
It ain’t all about the money sometimes, no
It don’t take a lot when you, when you count up what you got
If you got love, you’re living the good life
Living the good life
Well just up the road up on the hill
Sits a woman all alone in a mansion
Husband always working
Paying that mortgage
All that money, is holding them for ransom
The rich aren’t wealthy and the poor ain’t broke
You got to find your own river of gold
It ain’t all about the money sometimes
It don’t take a lot, when you count up what you got
If you got love, you’re living the good life
Living the good life
The rich ain’t wealthy the poor ain’t broke
You got to find your own river of gold
It ain’t all about the money
If you got a dollar in your pocket
And a smile on your face
And every little thing is going to be OK
You know it don’t take a lot
If you count up what you got
If you got love, you’re living the good life
We’re living the good life
Living the good life
It’s a good life