Verse 1:
Am                    Fmaj7
I drive a truck,  it carries money
and every day, I dream of my fantasies

Dm                 G
Yesterday i bought my beach house
Little place just off the coast of france

Am                        Fmaj7
Every day i think of money
Every day i think of running
Verse 2:
Am                        Fmaj7
I love my truck, I love my family
Stacked in the back the good life surrounds me

Dm                                      G
Could tie my right hand man and put him some place
Then i'd ditch the truck and buy a new face

Am            Fmaj7
Everyday I think of money
Everyday I think of someway
Chorus:
C                                                     Am
It can't buy you love,  Can't give you soul
Can pick you up, Can down you low
C                                    Dm           C        Dm             Am
Can drag you out of the hole you dug, yourself....again.

Verse 3:
Am                             Fmaj7
Sat in a truck it carries convicts
My hands are bound  to the seat by handcuffs

Dm                           G
Tomorrow, I'll maybe walk around the yard
Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment

Am          Fmaj7
Everyday i think of money
Everyday i miss my family