| Sittin' in the sun, countin' my money
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| Fanned by a summer breeze
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| Sweeter than the honey is countin' my money
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| Those greenbacks on the trees
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| Comes a summer shower, drops o' rain falling
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| Sweeter than Christmas chimes
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| Hearing those jingles upon the roof shingles
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| Like pennies, nickels and dimes
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| Tho' it’s known that what I own is not a large amount
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| Fields of gold that I behold are in my bank account
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| Yeah, sittin' in the sun, countin' my money
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| Happy as I can be
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| And to top it all
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| When shadows fall
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| I look to heaven and I see
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| There’s a silver dollar in the sky
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| Shining down on me
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| Yeah, sittin' in the sun, countin' my money
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| Happy as I can be, yes
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| And to top it all
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| When shadows fall
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| I look to heaven and I see
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| There’s a silver dollar in the sky
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| It’s shining, shining, shining down on me |