Wealth Won't Save Your Soul

Hank Williams Jr. · Sunday Morning [1969]

As we journey along, on a life's wicked road



So selfish are we, for silver and gold



You can treasure your wealth, your diamonds and gold



But my friends it won't save, your poor wicked soul



For when God calls, from his home up on high



To your earthly wealth, you must say goodbye



Then it's useless to you, if you've strayed from the fold



For my friend it won't save, your poor wicked soul



The rich man like all, will be judged at that time



But all of his wealth, will be left behind



For no matter how much earthly wealth you get hold



My friend it won't save, your poor wicked soul



My friend it won't save, your poor wicked soul