Rich Man

“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?