With who you love, who loves you
Is really where it all begins
But it sure ain't love”
The whole damn county came
Said, “Bob, this might be living
Twenty cold rooms full of stuff
All that really counts is how you sleep
But he was rich, they say
As Rita pulled him close and she said to him
“'Cause God don't care where you live
And who's your friends”
Now Betty handed Bob the keys
But he didn't expect these words
And who's your friends”
With who you love, who loves you
And I remember he used to say it all the time
"Don't worry about it, baby, let me tell you something"
He said, "They're cutting back at work
“I thought I had to have all this, I thought it made me 'Me'
“At the end of the day
Who you are, what you drive or how much you make
And who's your friends”
With who you love, who loves you
“At the end of the day
At the end of the day”
Is really where it all begins
Who you are, what you drive or how much you make
I need to say it, let me tell you something else, Bob"
“At the end of the day
At the end of the day”
Is really where it all begins
They had to let me go"
Now when my grandpa died, he didn't have a dime
To their million dollar home
And when it came time to see him off
Ah, but now I think that it's just
Who you are, what you drive or how much you make
All that really counts is how you sleep
And Jack expected tears, he expected worse
All that really counts is how you sleep
“'Cause God don't care where you live
“'Cause you know, God don't care where you live
