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Jack handed Rita his paycheckWith his apologiesHe said, "They're cutting back at workThey had to let me go"And Jack expected tears, he expected worseBut he didn't expect these wordsAs Rita pulled him close and she said to him"Don't worry about it, baby, let me tell you something"At the end of the dayIs really where it all beginsWith who you love, who loves youAnd who's your friends'Cause God don't care where you liveWho you are, what you drive or how much you makeAll that really counts is how you sleepAt the end of the dayNow Betty handed Bob the keysTo their million dollar homeSaid, Bob, this might be livingBut it sure ain't loveI thought I had to have all this, I thought it made me 'Me'Letras de cancionesAh, but now I think that it's justTwenty cold rooms full of stuffI need to say it, let me tell you something else, Bob"At the end of the dayIs really where it all beginsWith who you love, who loves youAnd who's your friends'Cause God don't care where you liveWho you are, what you drive or how much you makeAll that really counts is how you sleepAt the end of the dayNow when my grandpa died, he didn't have a dimeBut he was rich, they sayAnd when it came time to see him offThe whole damn county cameAnd I remember he used to say it all the timeAt the end of the dayIs really where it all beginsWith who you love, who loves youAnd who's your friends'Cause you know, God don't care where you liveWho you are, what you drive or how much you makeAll that really counts is how you sleepAt the end of the day, at the end of the day From Letras Mania