C                                                            C7
I saw a man, he's a well-dressed man, He had a tan from the Yucatan
          F                                   C
He had a car, he looked like a star, I said, Hey, don't I know who you are
             G                       C
But when he glanced into my eyes, I saw yes I saw was such a big surprise
        C                            C7                                           F             Fm
He was afraid that he's just a bum , Someday when all his stuff is gone and he's left without a dime
                                     C
Time ain't money when all ya got is time,
G                                   C
And you can see him standin on the corner with a nine-day beard and his bright red eyes


C                                        C7
I know a guy, he's a pal of mine, I say, hey. He say, I'm doin fine
F                                                  C
I'm movin up the ladder, rung rung rung, I'm gonna get my million while I am still young
G                                  C
But at night when he's had a few, His eyes say different than his tongue

              C                      C7                                             F             Fm
They say I'm afraid that I'm just a bum, Someday when all my stuff is gone and I'm left without a dime
C
Time ain't money when all ya got is time
             G                                   C
And you can see me standin on the corner with a nine-day beard and my bright red eyes
      C                                                    F                  C     G
Goin hey, hey hey hey hey, come on and listen to my story, hey, hey hey hey hey, ah hey


C                                       C7
Some people live to work, work to live, Any little tremble and the earth might give
F                                                  C
Ya can't hide it in a Volvo or a London Fog, Can't hide it in a mansion with an imported dog
G                                   C
No matter how we plan and rehearse, we're at a pink slip's mercy in a paper universe


             C                      C7                                             F             Fm
They say we’re afraid that we’re just a bum, Someday when all our stuff is gone and we’re left without a dime
C
Time ain't money when all we got is time
             G                                   C
And you can see us standin’ on the corner with a nine-day beard and our bright red eyes
      C                                                    F                  C     G
Goin hey, hey hey hey hey, come on and listen to our story, hey, hey hey hey hey, ah hey


C                                           C7
The man of sorrow's acquainted with grief, Stands in line waiting for relief
F                                                  C
He will tell ya it wasn't always this way, One bad little thing happened one bad little day
G                                   C
Heartbreak has bad teeth and a sour smell and lives when he can in a cheap hotel


            C                      C7                                             F             Fm
They say he’s afraid that he’s just a bum, Someday when all his stuff is gone and he’s left without a dime
C
Time ain't money when all he got is time
             G                                   C
And you can see him standin’ on the corner with a nine-day beard and his bright red eyes
      C                                                    F                  C     G
Goin hey, hey hey hey hey, come on and listen to my story, hey, hey hey hey hey, ah hey