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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 SongtexteStill, 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 Aus Songtexte Mania