M-o-n-e-y - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
M-O-N-E-Y. Written and Sung by James Dunn. 
Money makes the mare to go, is a saying old and true. And when you got the ready cask, your friends will stick like glue; But when your pocket's empty, those friends you thought sincere, Will proudly turn upon their heel, and quickly disappear. 'Tis then you murmur to yourself: I must have been a fool, To let those artful fellows make me their ready tool; If fortune smile on me again, 'tis then you can rely, The only friend that I will trust, is m-o-n-e-y. 
Chorus. M-o-n-e-y, that is the stuff to bring you joy. When you've got the dust, you see everybody seems so free; Folks you never seen before, will flock around you by the score, And girls to win your love will try, for your m-o-n-e-y. 
The parson preaches in the church, he does not do it free. The lawyer, he will plead your case, but he always wants his fee; The butcher quickly smells a rat when funds are getting low. And if you want your meat on tick, he'll quickly answer: No! The landlord smiles upon you if you your rent can pay. But miss a month and you will find your sticks in the street next day; Your wife seems cold and distant if to stint her you will try, And won't be civil till she gets your m-o-n-e y.-Chorus.