| I had fourteen dollars in my inside pocket
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| And twenty-two more up my sleeve
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| There was cold hard cash lining up my jacket
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| But I did not have a dime when I did leave
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| When I got here I was carrying roses
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| When I had to go, I was only holding dirt
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| Well I walked in here wearing a tuxedo
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| But I left wearing an old t-shirt
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| They say it’s hard times, don’t I know it
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| I’m sleeping on a bed made of nails
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| Well I used to live way up in the penthouse
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| Now I can’t even get a room in the county jail
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| Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings
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| And I don’t think they’ll come around next spring
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| Just like birds of prey, they will take what’s yours and fly away
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| Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings
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| Well I came to town on a pile of diamonds
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| Now I’m leaving on a wheelbarrow of dust
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| With IOUs glued to my eyelids
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| Sitting here watching my safe rust
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| Watching all your coins roll down the gutter
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| And all your champagne going down the sink
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| Is there something that you’re trying to remember?
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| Or is that string around your finger a wedding ring?
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| Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings
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| And I don’t think they’ll come around next spring
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| Just like birds of prey, they will take what’s yours and fly away
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| Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings |