or
Kenny Rogers

Grady Johnson was a common man
Four children and some bottom land
Early to bed he said well that ain't me
I gotta spend some time with my family

Left to it's own device, May becomes June
But children grow up way too soon

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So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low, sell high and slow dance more

Mama Johnson was Grady's wife
She bore his children and she graced his life
Hand in hand and side by side
They worked hard to simplify

Some folks have and some have not
What really counts
Is what you do with what you've got

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And more I think I understand
What my father's father meant
When he said son what matters most
You can count on just one hand

[Chorus]

Buy low, sell high and slow dance more

Written by DOUG JOHNSON, PAT BUNCH
Published by PAT PRICE MUSIC

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