Dollar Green
Some people say I'm a no 'count.
Others say I'm no good.
But I'm just a nat'ral-born travelin' man, doin' what I think I should, O, yeah.
Doin' what I think I should.
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can.
For a wailin' song and a good guitar, the only things that I understand, poor boy, the only things that I understand.
When I was a little baby, my momma said, "
Hey, son.
Travel where you will and grow to be a man
And sing what must be sung, poor boy.
Sing what must be sung."
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can.
For a wailin' song and a good guitar, the only things that I understand, poor boy, the only things that I understand.
Now that I'm a grown man, I've traveled here and there.
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song,
The only ones who ever care, poor boy, the only ones who ever care.
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can.
For a wailin' song and a good guitar, the only things that I understand, poor boy, the only things that I understand.
Some people say I'm a no 'count.
Others say I'm no good.
But I'm just a nat'ral-born travelin' man, doin' what I think I should, O, yeah.
Doin' what I think I should.
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can.
For a wailin' song and a good guitar, the only things that I understand, poor boy, the only things that I understand.
Others say I'm no good.
But I'm just a nat'ral-born travelin' man, doin' what I think I should, O, yeah.
Doin' what I think I should.
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can.
For a wailin' song and a good guitar, the only things that I understand, poor boy, the only things that I understand.
When I was a little baby, my momma said, "
Hey, son.
Travel where you will and grow to be a man
And sing what must be sung, poor boy.
Sing what must be sung."
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can.
For a wailin' song and a good guitar, the only things that I understand, poor boy, the only things that I understand.
Now that I'm a grown man, I've traveled here and there.
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song,
The only ones who ever care, poor boy, the only ones who ever care.
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can.
For a wailin' song and a good guitar, the only things that I understand, poor boy, the only things that I understand.
Some people say I'm a no 'count.
Others say I'm no good.
But I'm just a nat'ral-born travelin' man, doin' what I think I should, O, yeah.
Doin' what I think I should.
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can.
For a wailin' song and a good guitar, the only things that I understand, poor boy, the only things that I understand.
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Martin
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