Many days I wish time would stop so I could lay right there instead.

Without her I often wonder, how much different my life would be.

Yea she’s the reason for the clock that’s made a prisoner of me.

I’m a Prisoner of the dollar bill, a  prisoner of the work,

A prisoner of the payments and the’re  drivein me beserk.

I’m a Prisoner without bars I’m  in a cell without a door.

Im doing time just like a prisoner and I don’t like it any more.

 If I had never met that woman I would be a different man.

My address would be skid row though cause I don’t give a damm

This house the car the swimming pool hey these things are not all free

Yea she’s the reason for the job that’s made a prisioner of me.

A prisioner of this day and age the wardens’s colored green.

We all say that we hate the stuff that we need  for everything.

And I would bet a whole months pays its only money she can see.

Yea she’s the reason for the cash that’s made a prisioner outta  me.

They say nothing in this life’s for free, there is no truer sayin.

So I guess just for the time at hand that I’ll just keep on  payin.

But still I wonder if she’d be here with me without my money tree.

Guess I’ll find out when I quit this job that’s made a prisioner of me.