Lyrics

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If love was money, I'd be the richest man alive.
But beggars are walking. And I ain't got a dime.
It's the same old story, time after time.

Well the rich they get richer, while the poor they get by.
Sometimes I wonder, why even try.
But we get up each morning and pretend it's all fine.
But it's the same old story, time after time.

Well I had me a lover, and I made her my wife.
We lived together, had a wonderful life.
But one Sunday morning, God took what was mine.
And it's the same old story, time after time.