Verse 1 I’ve seen suits with empty pockets, Preachin’ dreams they never bought. Talkin’ fast and spendin’ nothin’, Hell, that’s the lie they sold and taught. But I keep rollin’ down this highway, Where the real ones bleed and pay the cost— In this world of smoke and whiskey, Money talks, bullshit walks. Verse 2 Ain’t no silver in my saddle, Just some rust and gasoline. Every promise got a price tag, Every angel lost her wings. You can’t fake a reputation, You earn it out behind the bars, Where the jukebox tells the gospel, And the truth still leaves a scar. Chorus Money talks, bullshit walks, That’s the law beneath the cross. If you’re buyin’, I’m still sellin’, Every sin I ever lost. You can pray or you can cuss it, But you can’t out-run the cost— Money talks, bullshit walks. Verse 3 Some folks chase a clean redemption, I just chase another mile. Got a pocket full of vengeance, And a sinner’s crooked smile. They say heaven’s for the righteous, But I ain’t heard from God in years— Just the sound of diesel thunder, Drownin’ out my doubts and fears. Bridge Ain’t no choir in a truck stop, Ain’t no saint in a deal gone bad. You can bet your life on luck, boy— But luck’s the best I never had. Final Chorus Money talks, bullshit walks, Ain’t no mercy on the clock. I’ve been down to my last dollar, Still I gamble what I got. You can beg, or steal, or barter, But the devil keeps the stock— Money talks, bullshit walks. Tag (spoken or sung low) “Yeah… and I’ve heard ‘em both loud enough to know which one pays the bar tab.”
