Colin F. Jones

EVERY TIME WE’RE LIVIN’ RICH

Sometimes the planted crops won’t grow
When rain floods the rows we hoe;
Sometimes the sun dries up the ground
That we get the same results you know.
How often do we get it right
Every season round,
To witness that delightful sight,
When the blossoms bloom profound?
We live in debt year to year,
Pay the bank when our crops do grow,
It’s hard to know why we are here,
I guess it’s in our blood to sow;
But every time we’re livin’ rich,
It’s a good sign the funds are low.