Tips - Rodney Atkins
Well I was counting my tips at the Playing Sixes
In this (Incomprehensible)
When this old beach bum yelled out
"Come on play give me three steps"
I was beat but I played him one more
Then I was headed out towards the door
And he handshake and
Handed me a hundred dollar bills
And said"By the way I own this bar"
Then he winked at me and said
"Kid I got a few more tips
But they sure ain't the kind
That would fit in that jar"
You gotta treat people right on your ride up
They'll have your back on the way back down
He said"Take it from this old beach bum son
Keeping it real is what it's really about"
You can count your blessings
Count yourself lucky
But every day you get above ground
Oh that ain't about keeping
Count of what you got
It's making what you got count
He grabbed me by the arm and said
He said"Real quick boy
Let me tell you this story
About this real rich dude
I used to know real well
He owned all kinds of stuff
But when he added it all up
He still felt like he was empty as hell"
He said"Son would you believe that
That dude was me back
Before I inventoried my life
Ah just to live down here
Selling shots and some beer
And and dispensing some free advice"
Now treat people right on your ride up
They'll have your back
On the way back down
He said"Take it from
This old beach bum son
Keeping it real that's what it's really about"
Count your blessings count yourself lucky
Every day you get above ground
'Cause it ain't about keeping
Count of what you got
It's making what you got count
Oh now I can't recollect
How much I collected in my jar
(Incomprehensible)
And tonight I started getting to
Have a beer with my old friends
And when he saw those
Tour buses outside he said
Now are your treating people
Right on your ride up
They'll have your back on the way back down
He said"Take it from this old beach bum son
Yeah keep it real
That's what it's really about"
And the best things in life
You can't put a price on
They don't come with no dollar or map no
'Cause it ain't about keeping
Count of what you got
It's making what you got count
No it ain't about keeping count of what you got
No it all comes down to
Making what you got count
Make it count that's what
It comes down to son
Tell your friends and be a friend
Count your blessings don't count your problems
