Tom T. Hall - Greed kills more people than whisky

^CI was standin' outside of a hotel in Houston ^Gblinkin' my eyes in the bright morning ^Csun ^CA feller next to me said where are you headed I ^Gtold him to Nashville cause that's where I'm fro^Cm

^CI said I had one or too many last evening ^Gbrother I damn near fell off of my ^Csteed ^CHe said yeah whiskey gets 'em and whiskey gets many But ^Glisten son nothin' kills people like ^Cgreed

^CI said huh and I turned to him and he was a cowboy Bout ^Gfifty years old in a big western ^Chat ^CSir if you said that greed killed more people than whiskey If my ^Gtaxi don't come tell me more bout ^Cthat

^CHe said I knew a guy who made millions on millions Then ^Ghe turned right around and made millions on ^Cthat ^CHe had crude oil and blue chips and good barns and feed lots He could ^Gtouch an old steer and just turn into ^Cfat

^CAnd he coveted the money that other folks lived on ^GHe never spent nickels he thought he could ^Ckeep ^CIt was money that made him a night hawk and a worrier And ^Gsoon it was money that robbed him of ^Csleep

^CAnd they buried him deep in a west Texas graveyard They ^Gput up a tombstone of all he had ^Cdone ^CAnd I am the man that he fired for a few beers But ^GI'm sure feeling good in the west Texas ^Csun

^CI shook hands with that man and I crawled in the taxi ^GAnd I thought of the two things that I keep doing ^Cwrong ^CThe man said that the greed killed more people than whiskey G N.C. C And I'm sittin' here hung over writin' a song