Rich Man

A 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
For 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 and 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?