It ain’t what you create
It’s what you do
That’s gonna be important
When you’re through
Who cares if you
Rewrote the record book
When you’re a liar and
A cretin and a crook?
So slap your name across
A thousand walls
But everything that’s built
Is gonna fall
It don’t mean much
Rising to the top
When your private life
Is one gigantic flop
A million statues
Won’t make you a god
When you’re feeding worms
Beneath the sod
It ain’t what you create
It’s what you do
That’s gonna be important
When you’re through
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: country music, Country Music Lyrics, fame, lyrics
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