Lyrics

Get Poor Slow

I never cared about money much
I never had a lot to throw around
I never cared about the fancy cars
Just give me something that can get around town
I never thought I would amount to much
Never wanted to go too far
All I wanted was to spend my days
Picking songs on an old guitar
If anybody asked me what my plans were I’d say “I don’t know
Some people want to get rich quick
I’d be happy just to get poor slow.”

She never cared about money much
Never had a lot growing up
She’s got an eye for the Goodwill gold
Makes it look like a million bucks
Don’t need to buy caviar
Don’t need the pearls or the symphony
Just a cider and some takeout Thai
Jane Austen on the DVD
She told me when she met me There was something I should know.
She said, “Some people want to get rich quick
But I’d be happy just to get poor slow.”

So I asked her if she’d marry me and wear that little ring.
I said, “the best things in life are free.”
She said, “The best things in life are not even things.”

Now we’ve got a place to call our own
Apple tree growing in the yard
Seems there’s always something else to do
Seems we never have to work too hard
Little girls out on the swings
Smell of smoke coming off the grill
Maybe later we could bundle up
Sit and listen for the whip-poor-will.
All I want to ask her is, “Baby, when did you know
Our life was gonna get rich quick
Trying just to get poor slow?
‘Cuz our life sure got rich quick
Trying just to get poor slow.”