Richest Poor People Lyrics

I spent the early evening cooking dinner at home
Watching the babies play with their mom
There are deer in the backyard the sun is going down
The house smells of bacon and eggs
You can have your breakfast for your dinner, chase it with a beer
Hold to the ones that mean the most

Standing in the walls of love, standing in the arms of love
We can dance around the moon, to another Walt Wilkins tune
We’re the richest poor people around

We switch to wine from a box sit on the back porch
Listening to a lonesome whippoorwill
We don’t hear them here much in these hill country hills
It reminds me of when I was young
You can have the cake and eat it too, while you hold your lovers hand
Watch the kids run through the sprinklers

Standing in the walls of love, standing in the arms of love
We can dance around the living room, to another Darrell Scott tune
We’re the richest poor people around

We got all that we need, each other’s company
We’re the richest poor people around

I got a 68? Chevy with a three on the tree
Tomorrow we’ll have burgers and fries
Cause we’re the luckiest family alive

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