When Dad would play his old guitar
He used to rant and rave
Though he hardly had two dimes
He would tell me what God gave
We'd all dance around the room
When he would sing and play
When people said he was poor
He said, "I'm rich in another way"

I went to school and I smelled of smoke
And my jeans were hand-me-down
I had patches sewn onto patches
We had a single-wide outside of town
My daddy took me bar to bar
To get me where I am today
People said I was poor
But I was rich in another way
When people said we were poor
We were rich in another way
Ooh, rich in another way

Well, Daddy's got his wings these days
And his children are all grown
We don't worry 'bout money no more
With all the things we own
Still, the finest things we ever had
Was to never have a thing
So wherever life may take us
We would always like like kings
You know, it wouldn't mean a thing to me
If I lost it all today
When people said we were poor
We were rich in another way
When people said we were poor
You know, we were rich in another way