A GOOD MAN You have a wife, five kids and two jobs And your wife can't have that new dress The neighbors help with toys and cloths For the kids because you helped them start their car It wasn't like this in upper state New York Where the price of land was fair It didn't cost that much to live there But here The rich man Isn't rich enough He has to be richer That makes you poor You don't understand As you truck down Ocean Drive You see the yachts Big houses and nice cars Why do you give so much of yourself And have so little They give nothing And have everything Well Your wife loves you with supper on the table and a cup of coffee The kids sure love to wrestle with you on the living room floor I wonder who really has more And who will be more sorry in the end When what we have truly earned is given By: Roger Harkness
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