The Same Folks

The same folks
That put you where you are today
Tomorrow they just might take it away
The same folks
That put you where you are today
Tomorrow they just might take it away
People don’t stop to think about
How they got where they are
They’re too busy living the good life
Playing the low level movie star
They ain’t got time to understand
They’re too busy seeking glory
When a poor man needs a helping hand
They call it a hard luck story
You might be rich and wealthy
And got some money to burn
Just remember it’s those little wheels
That make the big wheels turn
You may be big and famous
And of (?) worry now
Just remember what goes up
Someday must come down