Thirteen Silver Dollars
Colter Wall
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[Intro][Strophe]GIt was a cold and cruel eveningC GSneaking up on Speedy CreekD GFound myself asleepin' in the snowFor one or two odd reasonsC GI ain't too proud to repeatA DFor now we'll say I had no place to goGThere was a rustle and a hummingC GJust hauling down the streetD GI drew myself up from my icy bedG C GPainted on that shiny car the letters 'RCM and P'G D GI can feel a little aching in my head[Refrain]GAnd then out jumps this old boyC GAbout twice the size of meD GHe asked me for my name and where I dweltI just looked him in the eyeC GAnd sang 'Blue Yodel Number 9'A DHe didn't catch the reference, I could tellGThen the old, familiar clickC Gand the handcuffs bind and gripD GShould have left me in the snow, where I laidGHe just laughed and touched his gunCAnd turned to me and saidG DSon, I bet you don't own a damn thingGTo your name[Refrain]CWell, I got my healthGMy John B StetsonD GGot a bottle full of baby's bluebird wineCAnd I left my stashGSomewhere down in PrestonD GAlong with thirteen silver dollars and my mindCWell, I got my healthGMy John B StetsonD GGot a bottle full of baby's bluebird wineCAnd I left my stashGSomewhere down in PrestonD GAlong with thirteen silver dollars and my mind
