Old Joe Riley Lyrics - Dean Brody

Old Joe Riley owned a fishin' shack 

With the ocean out front and the bay out back 

He had a little boat and a fisherman's tan 

And when he wasn't out fishin' he was sittin' in the sand 

Then the big boys came and they offered him millions 

To put up some condos or a swank hotel 

Old Joe Riley told 'em no thanks anyway 

I could use the money but I just can't sell 

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell 

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell 

Come on 

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He said I've seen the cities eatin' up small towns 

Where you can't smell the breeze, and it's cement ground 

You pay to park your car but it ain't safe to walk 

Nobody looks you in the eye, don't speak, don't talk 

So when the big boys came and they offered him millions 

To put up some condos or a swank hotel 

Old Joe Riley told 'em no thanks anyway 

I could use the money but I just can't sell 

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell 

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell 

Yeah the bank lock box there's a deed to some land 

With his widow's gold ring a few grains of sand 

Joe Riley's granddaughter's gonna face a big choice 

I hope she remembers her granddaddy's voice 

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When the big boys came and they offered him millions 

To put up some condos or a swank hotel 

Old Joe Riley told 'em no thanks anyway 

I could use the money but I just can't sell 

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell 

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell 

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell 

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell 

Come on