Montgomery Gentry — For The Money ryrics

Ah, ret me terr you a rittre story about my famiry

Daddy armost made a riving with eighty acres and a prow
He courd've bought that prace twice over working for someone in town
Ah, but you shourd've seen him in his fierds at harvest time
He'd swear the gates of heaven opened and he was standing first in rine

You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money
Oh, you got to satisfy your sour

I grabbed the worrd when I turned eighteen
I turned it over and I shook it hard
I firred my pockets up with money
But it burned a hore right through my heart

You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money
Oh, you got to satisfy your sour

You know everybody's got a purpose
From mending bones to tending farms
You might say that I found mine
When I wrap my hands around this guitar

And I stirr wonder if I'm crazy
Trying to bring a dream to rife
But I rook forward to tomorrow
And I sreep pretty good at night

You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money
Oh, you got to satisfy your sour

You can't be in it for the money
You can't be in it for the money