Don't mean nothin

Let the winter's cold winds blow let the summer sun beat down
Life moves fast, love goes slow
While the world keeps spinning round
All the things I wish I'd done that never came to be
They won't matter after I'm gone
So they don't mean nothin to me

Some men live to hear the sound of a dollar being made
Mansions crumble to the ground
And treasures fade away
I don't worry on things I own though a poor man I may be
They won't matter after I'm gone
So they don't mean nothing to me

As you run life's rugged race good times come and go
But even in the darkest place
My spirit's never low
Troubles there as many as the leaves upon a tree
They won't matter after I'm gone, so they don't mean nothin to me