Ill die a rich man

(Verse 1)

I’m just a simple man, welder by trade, torch in hand from dawn’s first spark,

Self-employed in the shop I built, grinding steel till after dark.

No boss man’s clock, just bids and jobs, framing homes and fixing rigs,

But every weld’s for my family, the fire in my heart grows big.

I hit the gym when the workday fades, iron pumps to keep me strong,

Lifting heavy for the ones I love, where my tired muscles belong.

(Pre-Chorus)

The world spins fast with empty promises, chasing shadows in the dark,

But my heart’s anchored in her smile, and the kids’ laughter leaves its mark.

(Chorus)

I’m gonna die a wealthy man, with love that overflows the cup,

Not gold or glory in my name, but holding my family close up.

Being a father to my children, husband to my wife so true,

That’s the richest life I know, the only dream I pursue.

Every bedtime tuck-in prayer, every “I love you” at the door,

My little ones and my queen—my forevermore.

(Verse 2)

Mornings start with pancake flips, kids giggling round the table wide,

Wife’s coffee kiss before I weld, her hand in mine, our worlds collide.

Softball fields on weekends green, cheering loud as they run the bases,

Catching fireflies in the yard, wiping tears from scraped-up faces.

I’m there for fevers in the night, for homework battles won with pride,

Teaching bikes and tying shoes, with my bride right by my side.

(Pre-Chorus)

No need for mansions on the hill, when our home’s filled with their joy,

A simple laugh, a family meal—worth more than any toy.

(Chorus)

I’m gonna die a wealthy man, pockets lined with memories sweet,

Watching my children grow so strong, my wife’s love making me complete.

Being a father to my babies, husband through the thick and thin,

That’s the fortune that won’t fade, where true riches begin.

Every birthday song we sing, every hug that heals the pain,

My kids, my wife—my everything, again and again.

(Bridge)

Let the big shots chase the spotlight, I’ll take the quiet nights at home,

Reading stories under blankets, never feeling all alone.

Her hand in mine after thirty years, gray hairs and wrinkles earned,

Kids calling with their own little ones, lessons that they’ve learned.

I’ve traded fame for family dinners, ambition for their dreams come true,

The way she looks at me still, the “Dad!” that pulls me through.

(Verse 3)

When the day winds down to silence, porch swing creaking soft and slow,

Wife’s head on my shoulder rests, kids’ photos in a glow.

I think of practices and recitals, sad days turned to better tomorrows,

The welder who owned his time, self-made through joys and sorrows.

Our love’s the legacy I leave, in hearts that beat because of us,

A father’s pride, a husband’s vow—built on simple trust.

(Final Chorus)

Yeah, I’ll die a wealthy man, simpler than the morning dew,

‘Cause I was dad to my sweet children, forever hers, forever true.

Being a father, guiding lights through every storm and sunny day,

Husband to my one and only, in her arms I’ll drift away.

Softball cheers and lullabies, the life we built so pure,

My children, my wife—my wealth, forever secure.

(Outro)

So here’s to the simple life, the welds that led me home each night,

Gym sweat and family love— that’s my guiding light.

My family is my wealth… and that’s all I need.