G Bb C G Bb C Bb F G Bb C F G I was walking down the street, Bb When out the corner of my eye C Bb F I saw a pretty little thing approaching me. G She said "I've never seen a man Bb Who looks so all alone, C Bb F Could you use a little company? G If you pay the right price Bb Your evening will be nice, C Bb F And you can go and send me on my way." G I said "You're such a sweet young thing Bb Why you do this to yourself?" C Bb F She looked at me and this is what she said, G Bb C F "Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked, G Bb C F Money don't grow on trees. G I got bills to pay, Bb C F I got mouths to feed, G Bb C F There ain't nothing in this world for free. G I know I can't slow down, Bb C F I can't hold back, G Bb C F Though you know, I wish I could. G Bb C F No there ain't no rest for the wicked, G Bb C F Until we close our eyes for good". G Not even fifteen minutes later Bb I'm still walking down the street, C Bb F When I saw a shadow of a man creep out of sight. G Then he walks up from behind Bb And puts a gun up to my head, C Bb F He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight. G He said "Give me all you've got Bb I want your money not your life, C Bb F But if you try to make a move I won't think twice." G I said "You can have my cash Bb But first you know I got to ask C Bb F What made you want to live this kind of life?" G Bb C F He said "There ain't no rest for the wicked, G Bb C F Money don't grow on trees. G I got bills to pay, Bb C F I got mouths to feed, G Bb C F There ain't nothing in this world for free. G I know I can't slow down, Bb C F I can't hold back, G Bb C F Though you know, I wish I could. G Bb C F No there ain't no rest for the wicked, G Bb C F Until we close our eyes for good". G Now a couple hours passed Bb And I was sitting at my house, C Bb F The day was winding down and coming to an end. G So I turned on the TV Bb And flipped it over to the news, C Bb F And what I saw I almost couldn't comprehend. G Bb I saw a preacher man in cuffs, he'd taken money from the church, C Bb F He'd stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills. G But even still I can't say much Bb Because I know we're all the same, C Bb F Oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills. G Bb C F "Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked, G Bb C F Money don't grow on trees. G I got bills to pay, Bb C F I got mouths to feed, G Bb C F There ain't nothing in this world for free. G Oh no we can't slow down, Bb C F We can't hold back, G Bb C F Though you know, we wish we could. G Bb C F No there ain't no rest for the wicked, G Bb C F Until we close our eyes for good".
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