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“Big Money”
By Dan Sheridan
“I was walking my dog, down the old walking trail,
When I ran into a posted sign, pending future sale
To some Hollywood mogul, who feels that he should
Build a mansion in the mountains, his “cabin in the woods”
They come here from Miami, they come here from L.A.
And bring a part of a city, that will never go away
Like a fear of strangers, accelerated time
The sound of car alarms, in a town without crime
Like quaint wooden fences, patrolled security
Setting up borders where they never used to be
CHORUS: Down in their graves you can hear the miners sing
Big Money ruins everything
Well it happened in Aspen, and down in Sante Fe
It happens everywhere, when the locals move away
Because we can’t afford to live here, we can’t afford the rent
Unless we win the lottery, or live in a tent
I think big money sucks, please write that down
Please take a look what it did to this town
Trophy houses, trophy wives,
Trophy people leading trophy lives
CHORUS: Down in their graves you can hear the miners sing
Big money ruins everything
Say goodbye to all the artists, and people who can ski
Say hello to private golf courses, and elective surgery
I think I’ll build a billboard, at the entrance of this town
If you came to prove how rich you are, please just turn around
Please turn around, high tail and run
you probably already ruined where you coming from
So I went to the hardware store, but it has been replaced
With a boutique for trophy wives, with a reconstructed face
All it only sells handbags, stuff you’ll never need
Like fine Italian shoes, or tasteful jewelry
So we blame it on the landlords, blame it all on greed
We blame it on the excess, of the nouveau riche
CHORUS: Down in their Graves you can hear the miners sing
Big money ruins everything
How did this happen, how did it occur?
Women driving Hummers, men wearing fur!
Now I sing at corporate parties, make them feel like a kid
Because I play acoustic guitar, just like John Denver did
But they don’t listen to my words, the words I’ve been singing
I’m just here to fill the void, between cell phones ringing
I recently found a letter, that I wrote to myself
It said, “If you get old an bitter, you better move somewhere else”
But I ain’t going nowhere, I won’t give up on this town
I won’t give up on my friends, Who somehow stick around
CHORUS: Down in their graves you can hear the miners sing
Big money ruins everything
Women at the Caribou, with liposuctioned hips
And in the name of balance they re-inflate their Lips
CHORUS: Down in their graves you can hear the miners sing
Big money ruins everything”