You Can Take It With You (Prt.1)

Found a place, nothing's ever there

I made a little space big enough to pitch a tent

A hideaway I hadn't ever gone

'Till I whacked my way under the overgrowth

I found a place, I found a place

I found a place, I whacked away

And looking back to discover my tracks

Dirty hands and light through the branches

I found myself a breathing place, got room to stand up straight

And if I wanna lay around I can

Find way to pass the time, flat down or on my side

And in a while I close my eyes

You can, you can

Come on

You can be too rich and you can be too thin

And you can take it with you wherever you go

You must talk to strangers when you visit a new park

You might ask the park ranger where you should park

You can be too rich and you can be too thin

And you can take it with you the things that you learn