Tom T. Hall – Greed Kills More People Than Whisky (Guitar)

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I was standin' outside of a hotel in Houston blinkin' my eyes in the bright morning sun

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A feller next to me said where are you headed

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I told him to Nashville cause that's where I'm from

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I said I had one or too many last evening brother I damn near fell off of my steed

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He said yeah whiskey gets 'em and whiskey gets many

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But listen son nothin' kills people like greed

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I said huh and I turned to him and he was a cowboy

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Bout fifty years old in a big western hat

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Sir if you said that greed killed more people than whiskey

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If my taxi don't come tell me more bout that

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He said I knew a guy who made millions on millions

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Then he turned right around and made millions on that

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He had crude oil and blue chips and good barns and feed lots

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He could touch an old steer and just turn into fat

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And he coveted the money that other folks lived on

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He never spent nickels he thought he could keep

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It was money that made him a night hawk and a worrier

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And soon it was money that robbed him of sleep

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And they buried him deep in a west Texas graveyard

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They put up a tombstone of all he had done

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And I am the man that he fired for a few beers

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But I'm sure feeling good in the west Texas sun

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I shook hands with that man and I crawled in the taxi

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And I thought of the two things that I keep doing wrong

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The man said that the greed killed more people than whiskey

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And I'm sittin' here hung over writin' a song