Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thirteen Silver Dollars, artist - Colter Wall. Date of issue: 11.05.2017
Song language: English
Thirteen Silver Dollars |
| It was a cold and cruel evening |
| Sneaking up on Speedy Creek |
| Found myself asleep and in the snow |
| One or two odd reasons |
| I ain’t too proud to repeat |
| For now we’ll say I had no place to go |
| There was a rustle and a humming |
| Just hauling down the street |
| I drew myself up from my icy bed |
| Painted on that shiny car the letters 'RCM and P' |
| I can feel a little aching in my head |
| And then out jumps this old boy |
| About twice the size of me |
| He asked me for my name and where I dwell |
| I just looked him in the eye |
| And sang 'Blue Yodel Number 9' |
| He didn’t catch the reference, I could tell |
| Then the old, familiar click |
| In the handcuffs bind and grip |
| Should have left me in the snow, where I laid |
| He just laughed and touched his gun |
| And turned to me and he said |
| Son, I bet you don’t own a damn thing |
| To your name |
| Well, I got my health |
| My John B Stetson |
| Got a bottle full of baby’s bluebird wine |
| And I left my stash |
| Somewhere down in Preston |
| Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind |
| Well, I got my health |
| My John B Stetson |
| Got me a bottle full of baby’s bluebird wine |
| And I left my stash |
| Somewhere down in Preston |
| Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind |