Now friend, I ain't no preacher
And I don't claim to know it all
I don't have me no PHD
Nor shiny crystal ball
But of all the pain and misery
That I've seen in these years of mine
There seems to me
To be three things
That were present every time
Money, trouble and love
Go hand in hand, it seems
Too much of one
And not enough of the other
Can sure be a heck of a thing
Money, trouble and love
It's the same old story, my friend
Better have a little money
To buy you out of trouble
That love can get you in
I knew a man named Wee Willie Sloan
An ornery gambling hide
He kept a crap game going
Back in the alley
And he made a little book on the side
Then a high-toned, smooth-skinned uptown woman
Came along and took Willie's eye
He told her what he had
It was sure too bad
Cause she was working for the FBI
Money, trouble and love
That done poor Willie in
Now he's counting the stars
Through the cold
Steel bars
Thinking back over his sins
Money, trouble and love
Oh, Willie, my poor old friend
Didn't have enough money
To bail him out of trouble
That love had got him in
I knew an old man named Albert
He was a millionaire, I'm told
Like old King Midas
Everything he touched
Just suddenly turned to gold
Well, at ninety-three years
He married a girl
Twenty-three, not one day more
The next morning they found him
With a smile on his face
Laying stone dead on the floor
Money, trouble and love
That did old Albert in
He wanted her love
She wanted his money
And it ended up with trouble for him
Now he's up there knocking on the golden gates
Saying, "Oh, Saint Peter, my friend"
But there ain't enough money
In the whole wide world
To buy his way back in
So listen, all of you rounders
You better keep a little private stash
And don't let your mouth
Go write no check
You don't think your body can cash
If you got a little of a money
Then you better keep this in mind
You can bet your boots
That your old friend trouble
Can't be too far behind
Money, trouble and love
Go hand in hand I guess
Too much of one
And not enough of the other
Can sure cause a hell of a mess
Money, trouble, and love
Better listen to me, my friend
Gonna need a little money
To buy you out of trouble
That love can get you in
You're gonna need a little money
To get you out of trouble
That love can get you in