#1
Ive made some changes and here goes round 2.

Rich Man

White sand on the central seas,
Salt baked on my skin.
Birds fly down the western shoreline,
As the tide comes rollin’ in.


I’ve got a little place up the road from here,
Where I like to go and rest my head.
It’s got a roof, it’s got four walls,
And It’s got a four post bed.
There ain’t no TV, there ain’t no pool,
Driveways got no fancy cars.
But it’s easy to see that I’ve got what I need,
And it’s enough by far.


You don’t have to be rich,
To be a rich man, no.
You don’t have to weather the storm,
Waiting for a pot of gold.
If you give up,
On what you’re hunting for.
You can find it all waiting for you,
Right at home.
Right at home.


My treasure chest isn’t packed to impress,
With all the things that you might consider the best.
My day to day may be your complete mess,
But if you ask me, I’m just blessed.
Too blessed to be stressed.
Too blessed to be stressed.


You don’t have to be rich,
To be a rich man, no.
You don’t have to weather the storm,
Waiting for a pot of gold.
If you give up,
On what you’re hunting for.
You can find it all waiting for you,
Right at home.
Right at home.

You may not believe it,
There are some who can’t perceive it.
But I can guarantee,
I found my bliss for free.

In the end,
I’m in your hands my friend.
Your heart of gold and the treasures you bleed.
As my time draws near,
While you’re standing here.
I’m a rich man indeed.

You don’t have to be rich,
To be a rich man, no.
You don’t have to weather the storm,
Waiting for a pot of gold.
If you give up,
On what you’re hunting for.
You can find it all waiting for you,
Right at home.
Right at home.