Carolina Story - Rich Man Lyrics

“Rich Man”

Rich man rests easy
No sweat on his brow
But give me the poor man
With his hand on the plow
A man who seeks shelter
In the company he keeps
Is sowing the seeds
That one day he’ll reap

Fortune looks precious on a big silver screen
And money can buy pretty things
But money can’t buy you
The happiness you seek
Would you rather have a rich man
Or a poor man like me?

You can gain the whole world
But you’re sure to lose your soul
The greed like a hunger
Will leave your heart cold
A man who knows victory
And also defeat
Will find himself sittin’
In a heavenly seat

Fortune looks precious on a big silver screen
And money can buy pretty things
But money can’t buy you
The happiness you seek
Would you rather have a rich man
Or a poor man like me?

When my life is over
And the Lord says it’s time
I won’t weigh my wealth
In dollars or dimes
I’ll measure my treasure
By the ones at my side
That brought me much joy
To this little life of mine

Fortune looks precious on a big silver screen
And money can buy pretty things
But money can’t buy you
The happiness you seek
Would you rather have a rich man
Or a poor man like me?
Would you rather have a poor man
Or a rich man like me?