E                   E7         A
Banker Moore's, plane went down, just three miles South of town ////
     B           B7                    E    B  B7
On a forty, acre farm he foreclosed on //// // //
      E                E7   A                           Am
I can hear him, sayin' now, "Money, is what it's all a- -bout." ////
    B            B7                 E            B       B7
Now I can safely say that he's dead wrong-oh-oh- -ong // //

    E             E7               A               Am
The last suit you wear, won't need no pockets //// ////
E                 C#m                F#      B  B7
You can't take it with you, when you go //// // //
          E            E7         A             Am
When that hand full of dirt, goes back into the earth ////
     E                B     B7     E
What you'll be worth, only, heaven knows //// ////

E    E7   A    Am   E    B  B7 E    B  B7
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     E                E7    A
"You know!" he always said, "You got to dress for success." ////
       B             B7                    E          B      B7
And he wore the very best that money could buy-yy-yy- -yy // //
          E               E7           A                 Am
He made a fortune, in his time, now he leaves it all be- -hind
         B                  B7                   E          B       B7
They all write this, on the stone there where he lie-ii-ii- -ies // //

    E             E7               A               Am
The last suit you wear, won't need no pockets //// ////
E                 C#m                F#      B  B7
You can't take it with you, when you go //// // //
          E            E7         A             Am
When that hand full of dirt, goes back into the earth ////
     E                B    B7     E
What you'll be worth, only heaven knows //// ////

E    E7   A    Am   E    B  B7 C#m  A    E
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B  B7 E      A E
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