| Johnny Gunn he’s a guitar player |
| Makin' next to nothin' at a bar nowheres… he says |
| Damn the money |
| Damn the money |
| Counts his tips, buys a shot of booze |
| Grabs a Lucky Strike, lights another fuse… |
| And says |
| Damn the money |
| Damn the money |
| Well, he dreams about some place warm and sunny |
| Livin' in the land of milk and honey |
| Well, brother ain’t life funny |
| Damn the money |
| Rether Brown she’s a bank teller |
| Got the green in her eyes and the green on her |
| Fingers… she says |
| Damn the money |
| Damn the money |
| Shakes her head, counts another grand |
| While the hundreds fly through her poor little |
| Hands… she says |
| Damn the money |
| Damn the money |
| Well, she dreams about some place warm and sunny |
| Livin' in the land of milk and honey |
| Well, sister ain’t life funny |
| Damn the money |
| It sure seems like |
| So much life’s spent searchin' for the promise land |
| But the time that’s lost |
| Worryin' 'bout the cost |
| Will never come back again |
| And it breaks us in the end |
| Damn the money |
| Now I’m drivin' alone down this long highway |
| Thinkin' 'bout the dream I let slip away… I say |
| Damn the money |
| Yeah, damn the money |
| Now I know how she used to feel |
| When I was gone too long tryin' to close some |
| Deal… I say |
| Damn the money |
| Damn the money |
| Callin' home from some place warm and sunny |
| Runnin' from the land of milk and honey |
| The way we look at life is funny |
| Damn the money |
| Damn the money |
| Damn the money |
| Yeah, damn the money |