Five Dollar Bill
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๐ ID: 9111834
๐ Lyrics
I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
But I won't be able to sing it until
I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
I first got the five dollars from a Montana man
When he come across the line with a pistol in his hand
He said gimme all your money, but I got to his first
And I took his Colts, too, and the whole first verse
You see you couldn't buy liquor in the States back then
So we saddled up the ponies and we loaded up the gin
Rode underneath the shadow of the grand Old Chief
To get some northern Rocky Mountain kinda tax relief
You couldn't count on the cattle when the market got down
And the veterinary bills to the doctor in town
Both kids needed shoes and they had to get fed
And a big old bank lien was over my head
I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
But I won't be able to sing it until
I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
Well, they wouldn't stop talking about Canadian rye
Bouquet and the palate and it's crisp and it's dry
In a Seagram's bottle, tasted mighty top shelf
I said "Well, thank you very much, sir, I cooked it myself"
Of course, that didn't wash with the boys down south
Judging by the stream of color coming out of their mouth
I can't tell ya' why, 'cause from where I stood
It got 'em just as damn drunk as any store bought would
I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
But I won't be able to sing it until
I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
Well, he come stormin' cross the border with six or eight guys
Some damn fool saw fit to deputize
But there weren't no sheriff nor a marshal in sight
I guess the lawman was up drinkin' whiskey all night
He said gimme all your money but I got to his first
And I took his Colts, too, and the whole third verse
But he picked my back pocket, worked the five bucks loose
I had tucked in behind a can a Copenhagen snus
I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
But I won't be able to sing it until
I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
The dirty little double dealing, son-of-a-gun-of-a song stealin', chicken eatin' thief
And get my five bucks back
But I won't be able to sing it until
I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
I first got the five dollars from a Montana man
When he come across the line with a pistol in his hand
He said gimme all your money, but I got to his first
And I took his Colts, too, and the whole first verse
You see you couldn't buy liquor in the States back then
So we saddled up the ponies and we loaded up the gin
Rode underneath the shadow of the grand Old Chief
To get some northern Rocky Mountain kinda tax relief
You couldn't count on the cattle when the market got down
And the veterinary bills to the doctor in town
Both kids needed shoes and they had to get fed
And a big old bank lien was over my head
I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
But I won't be able to sing it until
I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
Well, they wouldn't stop talking about Canadian rye
Bouquet and the palate and it's crisp and it's dry
In a Seagram's bottle, tasted mighty top shelf
I said "Well, thank you very much, sir, I cooked it myself"
Of course, that didn't wash with the boys down south
Judging by the stream of color coming out of their mouth
I can't tell ya' why, 'cause from where I stood
It got 'em just as damn drunk as any store bought would
I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
But I won't be able to sing it until
I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
Well, he come stormin' cross the border with six or eight guys
Some damn fool saw fit to deputize
But there weren't no sheriff nor a marshal in sight
I guess the lawman was up drinkin' whiskey all night
He said gimme all your money but I got to his first
And I took his Colts, too, and the whole third verse
But he picked my back pocket, worked the five bucks loose
I had tucked in behind a can a Copenhagen snus
I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
But I won't be able to sing it until
I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
The dirty little double dealing, son-of-a-gun-of-a song stealin', chicken eatin' thief
And get my five bucks back
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.01] I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
[00:02.73] But I won't be able to sing it until
[00:05.20] I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
[00:07.60] Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
[00:10.56]
[00:12.27] I first got the five dollars from a Montana man
[00:14.42] When he come across the line with a pistol in his hand
[00:16.89] He said gimme all your money, but I got to his first
[00:19.38] And I took his Colts, too, and the whole first verse
[00:22.06]
[00:23.65] You see you couldn't buy liquor in the States back then
[00:26.14] So we saddled up the ponies and we loaded up the gin
[00:28.54] Rode underneath the shadow of the grand Old Chief
[00:30.95] To get some northern Rocky Mountain kinda tax relief
[00:33.47]
[00:33.68] You couldn't count on the cattle when the market got down
[00:36.43] And the veterinary bills to the doctor in town
[00:38.88] Both kids needed shoes and they had to get fed
[00:41.24] And a big old bank lien was over my head
[00:43.95]
[00:45.54] I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
[00:48.27] But I won't be able to sing it until
[00:50.48] I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
[00:53.04] Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
[00:55.90]
[00:57.01] Well, they wouldn't stop talking about Canadian rye
[00:59.89] Bouquet and the palate and it's crisp and it's dry
[01:02.42] In a Seagram's bottle, tasted mighty top shelf
[01:04.74] I said "Well, thank you very much, sir, I cooked it myself"
[01:07.57]
[01:08.10] Of course, that didn't wash with the boys down south
[01:10.38] Judging by the stream of color coming out of their mouth
[01:12.89] I can't tell ya' why, 'cause from where I stood
[01:15.26] It got 'em just as damn drunk as any store bought would
[01:18.10]
[01:19.61] I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
[01:22.17] But I won't be able to sing it until
[01:24.54] I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
[01:27.21] Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
[01:30.11]
[01:45.63] Well, he come stormin' cross the border with six or eight guys
[01:48.12] Some damn fool saw fit to deputize
[01:50.26] But there weren't no sheriff nor a marshal in sight
[01:52.82] I guess the lawman was up drinkin' whiskey all night
[01:55.83]
[01:56.32] He said gimme all your money but I got to his first
[01:58.58] And I took his Colts, too, and the whole third verse
[02:00.96] But he picked my back pocket, worked the five bucks loose
[02:03.46] I had tucked in behind a can a Copenhagen snus
[02:06.35]
[02:08.11] I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
[02:10.43] But I won't be able to sing it until
[02:12.72] I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
[02:15.26] Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
[02:17.58]
[02:18.89] The dirty little double dealing, son-of-a-gun-of-a song stealin', chicken eatin' thief
[02:22.15] And get my five bucks back
[02:24.47]
[00:02.73] But I won't be able to sing it until
[00:05.20] I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
[00:07.60] Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
[00:10.56]
[00:12.27] I first got the five dollars from a Montana man
[00:14.42] When he come across the line with a pistol in his hand
[00:16.89] He said gimme all your money, but I got to his first
[00:19.38] And I took his Colts, too, and the whole first verse
[00:22.06]
[00:23.65] You see you couldn't buy liquor in the States back then
[00:26.14] So we saddled up the ponies and we loaded up the gin
[00:28.54] Rode underneath the shadow of the grand Old Chief
[00:30.95] To get some northern Rocky Mountain kinda tax relief
[00:33.47]
[00:33.68] You couldn't count on the cattle when the market got down
[00:36.43] And the veterinary bills to the doctor in town
[00:38.88] Both kids needed shoes and they had to get fed
[00:41.24] And a big old bank lien was over my head
[00:43.95]
[00:45.54] I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
[00:48.27] But I won't be able to sing it until
[00:50.48] I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
[00:53.04] Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
[00:55.90]
[00:57.01] Well, they wouldn't stop talking about Canadian rye
[00:59.89] Bouquet and the palate and it's crisp and it's dry
[01:02.42] In a Seagram's bottle, tasted mighty top shelf
[01:04.74] I said "Well, thank you very much, sir, I cooked it myself"
[01:07.57]
[01:08.10] Of course, that didn't wash with the boys down south
[01:10.38] Judging by the stream of color coming out of their mouth
[01:12.89] I can't tell ya' why, 'cause from where I stood
[01:15.26] It got 'em just as damn drunk as any store bought would
[01:18.10]
[01:19.61] I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
[01:22.17] But I won't be able to sing it until
[01:24.54] I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
[01:27.21] Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
[01:30.11]
[01:45.63] Well, he come stormin' cross the border with six or eight guys
[01:48.12] Some damn fool saw fit to deputize
[01:50.26] But there weren't no sheriff nor a marshal in sight
[01:52.82] I guess the lawman was up drinkin' whiskey all night
[01:55.83]
[01:56.32] He said gimme all your money but I got to his first
[01:58.58] And I took his Colts, too, and the whole third verse
[02:00.96] But he picked my back pocket, worked the five bucks loose
[02:03.46] I had tucked in behind a can a Copenhagen snus
[02:06.35]
[02:08.11] I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
[02:10.43] But I won't be able to sing it until
[02:12.72] I get hot on the trail, for to pick up the track
[02:15.26] Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back
[02:17.58]
[02:18.89] The dirty little double dealing, son-of-a-gun-of-a song stealin', chicken eatin' thief
[02:22.15] And get my five bucks back
[02:24.47]