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Dollar bill blues
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by Townes Van Zandt
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If I had a dollar bill
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yes, I believe I surely will
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go to town and drink my fill
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early in the morning
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Little darling, she's a redhaired thing
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man, she makes my legs to sing
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gonna buy her a diamond ring
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early in the morning
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Mother was a golden girl
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I slit her throat just to get her pearls
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cast myself into a whirl
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before a bunch of swine
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It's a long way down the Harlan road
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busted back and a heavy load
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won't get through to save my soul
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early in the morning
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I've always been a gambling man
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I've roled them bones with either hand
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seven is the promised land
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early in the morning
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Whiskey'd be my dying bed
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tell me where to lay my head
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not with me is all she said
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early in the morning
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If I had a dollar bill
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yes, I believe I surely will
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go to town and drink my fill
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early in the morning
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Dollar bill blues
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| Townes Van Zandt |
