Blue Money
Sons of the Desert
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Julie was a girl of modest means Used to a high school beauty queen Wound up on the wrong end of a dream And said never again Started livin' life for the bottom line Married her a man well past his prime Forty million dollars and not much time now She's payin' for the perfect crime on Blue, blue money When the devil gets your soul All that's left is a heartache made of gold He bought her a house in the Hollywood hills There were parties and the room was filled with Stars fallin' from the usual thrills It was fun for awhile But there's a prison in paradise They never tell you when they throw the rice That pretty mirrors don't look so nice When you're standing on the desperate side of Blue, blue money When the devil gets your soul All that's left is a heartache made of gold It's a Saturday night again The same faces come tricklin' in She's got a lover but he ain't no friend He's just someone to hold She feels alone and she steps outside Stares out at the valley lights Pours a drink and she starts to cry She's got it all and she can't get by on Blue, blue money When the devil gets your soul All that's left is a heartache made of gold
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Written by: Greg Barnhill, Jim Daddario
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