There's a walk down that goes something like this (the 5 on the A-string can also be a 0 on the D-string):
    F#m                       Bm
E|--2------------------------2--------|
B|--2------------------------3--------|
G|--2------------------------4--------|
D|--4--------4--2------------4--------|
A|--4---------------5--4--2--2--------|
E|--2---------------------------------|

Finally, the Bm at the beginning of the chorus and the F# near the end of the chorus (both right before the
N.C.) are played as an abrupt, quickly muffled strum or "chop."


[Intro]
Bm    Em    G    F#m (x4)

[Verse 1]
Bm                       Em          G    F#m
Looks like you've got it all figured out
        Bm             Em             G               F#m
You got all them fancy things, and that big old trophy house
         Bm              Em                     G      F#m
All all you ever really wanted was a little bit more
         Bm               Em               G       F#m
And then more turned into more turned into more


[Chorus]
Bm                  N.C.                               G        F#m
        There ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money
       Bm                Em                     G               F#m
But it might do you some good       if you went hungry now
           Bm                        Em
See 'round here the greedy man ain't nothing but a fool
        G                         F#m
And his money ain't nothing but a cemetary tool
        Bm                        Em
'Round here,  the greedy man, it just won't do
           G          F#m       N.C.                  Bm
And 'round here,                   the greedy man is you
Em                     G           F#m
                         Yeah, the greedy man is you


[Interlude]

** double time, 2 chords / bar **
Bm    Em    G    F#m (x6)

** 4-time, 4 chords / bar **
Bm Em G F#m (x2)

*** walk down ***


Bm    Em    G    F#m (x4)



[Verse 2]
            Bm                Em             G                       F#m
So let me     let you in on a little secret. There ain't nothing you own worth keeping
Bm                Em                           G                        F#m
Rat racing for a bunch of fools,  goin' on the way down there, you done sold your soul,
           Bm                      Em            G                          F#m
So just remember what goes around comes around, stepping on people just to come back down, but then
Bm                        Em                        G                               F#m
Pockets ain't deep as the grave you're in, but then pockets won't save you from the end my friend


[Chorus]
Bm                  N.C.                               G        F#m
        There ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money
       Bm                Em                     G               F#m
But it might do you some good       if you went hungry now
           Bm                        Em
See 'round here the greedy man ain't nothing but a fool
        G                         F#m
And his money ain't nothing but a cemetary tool
        Bm                        Em
'Round here,  the greedy man, it just won't do
           G          F#m       N.C.
And 'round here,                   the greedy man is you