E
Cadillac on the interstate
      A              E
Ran a redneck in the ditch
A
Big city lawyer called
      E
Said, "son, I'm gonna make you rich
     A                 D/A
Just put your shoulder in a sling
A              D/A
Your neck in a brace
E
We're gonna take his butt to court
Take everything he makes"
     A   D A    D   E     D A E
It's all a bout the money

[Chorus]
          E
There's a local politician
A                  E
Says he needed out vote
     A
He'd put 2 chickens in every pot
    E
And pave all the county roads
A                  D/A
We ain't seen that S.O.B.
          A                 D/A
Since the day he raised his hand
E
We're still dodgin' potholes
Eatin' potted meat and Spam
     A   D A    D   E
It's all a bout the money
     A   D A    D   E
It's all a bout the money


  A                 D
A handshake used to be
A            D              E
All you used need to make a deal - yes, it was
A                    D
Now they'll look you in the eye
A                   D
Tell you a big old, boldfaced lie
       B
With a team of lawyers, moving in for the kill
     A   D A    D   E     D A E
It's all a bout the money


     E
They say they are your best friends
   A                         E
As long as you're buying the rounds
        A
They'll light your smoke, tell you jokes
   E
At every bar in town
   A                    D/A
As soon as you hit some hard times
        A               D/A
And the good times disa ppear
       E
You're all alone, they're all gone
One thing is so clear
     A   D A    D   E
It's all a bout the money
     A   D A    D   E
It's all a bout the money