Johnny Gunn he's a guitar player
makin next to nothin' in a bar nowhere he says
damn the money
oh, damn the money
Counts his tips, buy a shot of booze
damn the money
oh, damn the money
Well, he dreams of someplace warm and sunny
livin' in the land of milk and honey
well brother ain't that funny, damn the money
Rita Brown she's a bank teller
It sure seems like so much life is spent searchin' for the promised land
but the time that's lost worryin' 'bout the cost will never come back again
It'll break us in the end, damn the money
Now, drivin' along this long highway thinkin'