[G] So you think you paid the baker for the bread you [C] ate to [G] day And you think you paid the miller for the [D] grain But no [G] body paid the maker for the things that [C] made it [G] grow Like the air and the [D] sunshine and the [G] rain. CHORUS: Now you don't [C] grumble when you pay your room and [G] board When the land Lord comes around you don't com [D] plain So the [G] least you can do is thank the [C] Lord For the [G] air and the [D] sunshine and the [G] rain. As you travel down the highway in a bright and shiny car Makes no difference if it's Cadillac or Ford You must pay for oil and gasoline but air and water's free Don't you think that you should pause and thank the Lord. CHO You can be the poorest hobo or the richest man in town But the things that really count you get your share. For a man with lots of money sometimes can't afford a smile While the hobo is a sunshine millionaire.
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