Thirteen Silver Dollars

歌詞

It was a cold and cruel evening Sneaking up on Speedy Creek Found myself asleep and in the snow One or two odd reasons I ain't too proud to repeat For now we'll say I had no place to go There was a rustle and a humming Just hauling down the street I drew myself up from my icy bed Painted on that shiny car the letters 'RCM and P' I can feel a little aching in my head And then out jumps this old boy About twice the size of me He asked me for my name and where I dwell I just looked him in the eye And sang 'Blue Yodel Number 9' He didn't catch the reference, I could tell Then the old, familiar click In the handcuffs bind and grip Should have left me in the snow, where I laid He just laughed and touched his gun And turned to me and he said "Son, I bet you don't own a damn thing to your name" Well, I got my health, my John B Stetson Got a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind Well, I got my health, my John B. Stetson Got me a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind