Dean Brody Old Joe Riley song lyrics

Old Joe Riley owned a fishin' shack

With the ocean out front and the bay out back

He had a little boat and a fisherman's tan

And when he wasn't out fishin' he was sittin' in the sand

Then the big boys came and they offered him millions

To put up some condos or a swank hotel

Old Joe Riley told 'em no thanks anyway

I could use the money but I just can't sell

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell

Come on

He said I've seen the cities eatin' up small towns

Where you can't smell the breeze, and it's cement ground

You pay to park your car but it ain't safe to walk

Nobody looks you in the eye, don't speak, don't talk

So when the big boys came and they offered him millions

To put up some condos or a swank hotel

Old Joe Riley told 'em no thanks anyway

I could use the money but I just can't sell

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell

Yeah the bank lock box there's a deed to some land

With his widow's gold ring a few grains of sand

Joe Riley's granddaughter's gonna face a big choice

I hope she remembers her granddaddy's voice

When the big boys came and they offered him millions

To put up some condos or a swank hotel

Old Joe Riley told 'em no thanks anyway

I could use the money but I just can't sell

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell

A low rent heaven beats a high dollar hell

Come on