Purely Gold (The Union Floor LIVE)
Can you spare a dollar
Or maybe just a dime
I got a place where I can take that dollar
And get me something might fine
Maybe I'm a bad guy
Dirty boy with an old soul
I don't got a lot but I'll be spending my money
Where the ladies are pure as gold
Pretty little woman
Messing 'round with the wrong crowd
Come hang with me and I can take you around
Show you what it's all about
Heard you were a dancer
These boots got leather soles
I don't got a lot but I'll be spending my money
Where the ladies are pure as gold
Well the eating's rough, but the drinks are cold
With some fine fine talent is what I'm told
The angels are calling for my emptied out wallet
Where the ladies are pure as gold
Pretty little woman
Messing 'round with the wrong crowd
Come hang with me and I can take you around
Show you what it's all about
Heard you were a dancer
These boots got leather soles
I don't got a lot but I'll be spending my money
Where the ladies are pure as gold
Well the eating's rough, and the drinks are cold
With some fine fine talent is what I'm told
The angels are calling for my emptied out wallet
Where the ladies are pure as gold
Or maybe just a dime
I got a place where I can take that dollar
And get me something might fine
Maybe I'm a bad guy
Dirty boy with an old soul
I don't got a lot but I'll be spending my money
Where the ladies are pure as gold
Pretty little woman
Messing 'round with the wrong crowd
Come hang with me and I can take you around
Show you what it's all about
Heard you were a dancer
These boots got leather soles
I don't got a lot but I'll be spending my money
Where the ladies are pure as gold
Well the eating's rough, but the drinks are cold
With some fine fine talent is what I'm told
The angels are calling for my emptied out wallet
Where the ladies are pure as gold
Pretty little woman
Messing 'round with the wrong crowd
Come hang with me and I can take you around
Show you what it's all about
Heard you were a dancer
These boots got leather soles
I don't got a lot but I'll be spending my money
Where the ladies are pure as gold
Well the eating's rough, and the drinks are cold
With some fine fine talent is what I'm told
The angels are calling for my emptied out wallet
Where the ladies are pure as gold
Credits
Writer(s): Armando Leibeck
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