(Memories of an old love, the one I left behind.)
Everywhere you seem to go there I suppose you'll find a yearn
Oh, how I'd like to be that man, he's got money to burn
Oh, how I'd like to be that man, he's got money to burn
It's money in my pocket but heartaches in my heart
And how many times have you heard it said
A fool and his money will part
I thought money it was everything and was all I'd ever need
Oh, but a man without a womans love is like a garden without seed
Oh, but a man without a womans love is like a garden without seed
Yes, money in my pockets and memoies on my mind
Memories of an old love, the one I left behind
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I'm a rich man in pennies but oh, what I paid to learn
A wealth of love is worth much more than all my money to burn
A wealth of love is worth much more than all my money to burn
I thought money in my pocket was all I'd ever need
Oh, but a man without a woman's love is like a garden without seed
Oh, but a man without a womans love is like a garden without seed...