He realized he didn't own
Buried treasure, or a pot of gold
But he had a roof over his head
To keep himself out of the cold.
He didn't own a BMW or a Porsche
Drove around in a beat-up Chevy
But that was okay with him
It got him from point A to point B.
It's not what you have
It's not what you own
A man that has friends
Is never alone.
You won''t always be happy
You won't always be content
But you'll have food on your table
And money for the rent.
I'll never own a tuxedo
To go out on the town
I'd rather have my well worn jeans
And both feet on the ground.
I'll sit here and count my blessings
Sounds like a plan
And when my time comes to pass
I will die a happy man.
[c]2011 T.LaFountain