Sweetheart, but I still feel like I'm poor.
Oh, my money won't spend,
And my marbles won't roll,
And my chalk, it don't write anymore.
Now there's an old saying
Why, heard it before I could walk
How some's got health and
Others money, marbles and chalk
I got money, marbles and chalk,
But I still feel like I'm poor
Cause my money won't spend
and my marbles won't roll
And my chalk, it don't write anymore
Your presence made me feel so proud
But now that you left me,
And I feel I'm alone in a crowd
I got money, marbles and chalk,
But I still feel like I'm poor
Cause my money won't spend
And my marbles don't roll
And my chalk, it won't write anymore
For a miser who loves only gold
But just give me a chance
Cause I love you with all of my soul
But I still feel like I'm poor
and my marbles won't roll
Money, marbles, and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I'm poor
And my chalk, it don't write anymore
