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Banker Moore's, plane went down, just three miles South of town ////
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On a forty, acre farm he foreclosed on //// // //
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I can hear him, sayin' now, "Money, is what it's all a- -bout." ////
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Now I can safely say that he's dead wrong-oh-oh- -ong // //
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The last suit you wear, won't need no pockets //// ////
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You can't take it with you, when you go //// // //
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When that hand full of dirt, goes back into the earth ////
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What you'll be worth, only, heaven knows //// ////
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"You know!" he always said, "You got to dress for success." ////
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And he wore the very best that money could buy-yy-yy- -yy // //
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He made a fortune, in his time, now he leaves it all be- -hind
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They all write this, on the stone there where he lie-ii-ii- -ies // //
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The last suit you wear, won't need no pockets //// ////
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You can't take it with you, when you go //// // //
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When that hand full of dirt, goes back into the earth ////
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What you'll be worth, only heaven knows //// ////
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