Rich - Tanya Tucker

When Dad would play his old guitar

He used to rant and rave

Though he hardly had two dimes

He would tell me what God gave

We’d all dance around the room

When he would sing and play

When people said he was poor

He said, «I'm rich in another way»

I went to school and I smelled of smoke

And my jeans were hand-me-down

I had patches sewn onto patches

We had a single-wide outside of town

My daddy took me bar to bar

To get me where I am today

People said I was poor

But I was rich in another way

When people said we were poor

We were rich in another way

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Rich in another way

Well, Daddy’s got his wings these days

And his children are all grown

We don’t worry 'bout money no more

With all the things we own

Still, the finest things we ever had

Was to never have a thing

So wherever life may take us

We would always live like kings

You know, it wouldn’t mean a thing to me

If I lost it all today

When people said we were poor

We were rich in another way

When people said we were poor

You know, we were rich in another way