At The End Of The Day Lyrics - Aaron Tippin

Jack handed Rita his paycheck 

With his apologies 

He said, "They're cutting back at work 

They had to let me go" 

And Jack expected tears, he expected worse 

But he didn't expect these words 

As Rita pulled him close and she said to him 

"Don't worry about it, baby, let me tell you something" 

At the end of the day 

Is really where it all begins 

With who you love, who loves you 

And who's your friends 

'Cause God don't care where you live 

Who you are, what you drive or how much you make 

All that really counts is how you sleep 

At the end of the day 

Now Betty handed Bob the keys 

To their million dollar home 

Said, Bob, this might be living 

But it sure ain't love 

I thought I had to have all this, I thought it made me 'Me' 

Ah, but now I think that it's just 

Twenty cold rooms full of stuff 

I need to say it, let me tell you something else, Bob" 

At the end of the day 

Is really where it all begins 

With who you love, who loves you 

And who's your friends 

'Cause God don't care where you live 

Who you are, what you drive or how much you make 

All that really counts is how you sleep 

At the end of the day 

Now when my grandpa died, he didn't have a dime 

But he was rich, they say 

And when it came time to see him off 

The whole damn county came 

And I remember he used to say it all the time 

At the end of the day 

Is really where it all begins 

With who you love, who loves you 

And who's your friends 

'Cause you know, God don't care where you live 

Who you are, what you drive or how much you make 

All that really counts is how you sleep 

At the end of the day, at the end of the day