Tom: A
E
Cadillac on the interstate
A E
Ran a redneck in the ditch
A
Big city lawyer called
E
Said, "son, I'm gonna make you rich
A D/A
Just put your shoulder in a sling
A D/A
Your neck in a brace
E
We're gonna take his butt to court
Take everything he makes"
A D A D E D A E
It's all a bout the money
[Chorus]
E
There's a local politician
A E
Says he needed out vote
A
He'd put 2 chickens in every pot
E
And pave all the county roads
A D/A
We ain't seen that S.O.B.
A D/A
Since the day he raised his hand
E
We're still dodgin' potholes
Eatin' potted meat and Spam
A D A D E
It's all a bout the money
A D A D E
It's all a bout the money
A D
A handshake used to be
A D E
All you used need to make a deal - yes, it was
A D
Now they'll look you in the eye
A D
Tell you a big old, boldfaced lie
B
With a team of lawyers, moving in for the kill
A D A D E D A E
It's all a bout the money
E
They say they are your best friends
A E
As long as you're buying the rounds
A
They'll light your smoke, tell you jokes
E
At every bar in town
A D/A
As soon as you hit some hard times
A D/A
And the good times disa ppear
E
You're all alone, they're all gone
One thing is so clear
A D A D E
It's all a bout the money
A D A D E
It's all a bout the money
