Well may play the race horses
You may own the whole race track
You may have all the money to buy anything you like
But I don′t care how big you are
And I don't care what you′re worth
See when it all comes down
You got to go back to mother earth
You may own half the city
You may wear diamonds and pearls
You may have a jet plane
And fly it all around the world
But I don't care how big you are
And I don't care what you′re worth
See when it all comes down
You got to go back to mother earth
Now you may have some great army at your command
You may have some politician eat out of your hand
You may have some servants who do anything you say
Mother earth is waiting
That′s a debt you gotta pay
I don't care how big you are
And I don′t care what you're worth
Man when it all comes down
You got to go back to mother earth
I don′t care how big you are
It don't matter what you′re worth
Man when it all comes down
You got to go back to mother earth
When it all comes down
You got to go back to mother earth
Writer(s): Peter Chatman, Lewis E. Simpkins
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