Cash
Got laid of from work today, boss man says they're shuttin' down the line
Said the trains moved too slow, they can't keep up with the time
Guess I'll break out the 45's and drop a needle on a phonograph
I ain't got a nickle to my name but I got lots of Cash
I just want to hear the blues and get drunk on that lonesome vinyl sound
Get lost in yesterday till tomorow morning's coming down
I watch those records spinnin' round and round and dance in circles till I crash
You may be thinking that I'm broke but I got lots of Cash
When I hear that whistle blowin', it gets me back on track
I don't care where I'm goin' cause I'm with the Man in Black
I know the world won't stop for me, soon I'll have to get back on my feet
Sick of feelin' out of place, can't find the medicine I need
That music that they're playin' down the street, is just the same old trash
It may make 'em lots of money but it don't make 'em Cash
That music that they're playin' down the street, is just the same old trash
It may make 'em lots of money but it don't make 'em Cash
I ain't got a nickle to my name but I got lots of Cash
You may be thinking that I'm broke but I got lots of Cash
Said the trains moved too slow, they can't keep up with the time
Guess I'll break out the 45's and drop a needle on a phonograph
I ain't got a nickle to my name but I got lots of Cash
I just want to hear the blues and get drunk on that lonesome vinyl sound
Get lost in yesterday till tomorow morning's coming down
I watch those records spinnin' round and round and dance in circles till I crash
You may be thinking that I'm broke but I got lots of Cash
When I hear that whistle blowin', it gets me back on track
I don't care where I'm goin' cause I'm with the Man in Black
I know the world won't stop for me, soon I'll have to get back on my feet
Sick of feelin' out of place, can't find the medicine I need
That music that they're playin' down the street, is just the same old trash
It may make 'em lots of money but it don't make 'em Cash
That music that they're playin' down the street, is just the same old trash
It may make 'em lots of money but it don't make 'em Cash
I ain't got a nickle to my name but I got lots of Cash
You may be thinking that I'm broke but I got lots of Cash
Credits
Writer(s): Jessi Leigh Alexander, Jon Randall
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