I don't need to be filthy rich
Rolling fat stacks too heavy to lift
Don't need five cars that I don't even drive
All the fine things that a sucka can buy

All I need is a place to hang my hat
Tell me what could a rich man know about that

Waking up at the break of dawn
When I get back the girl is gone
My hands are dirty and my shoes are thin
Should know by now, that's the business I'm in

Make a little money, make a little love
Get a little help from the Lord above (x4)

I don't want to make a scene
Don't need no spotlight to shine on me
What I got I didn't get for free
I broke my back and skinned my knees

Workin' hard just to stay alive
I don't need much, just enough to survive