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Thirteen Silver Dollars

It was a cold and cruel evening

Sneaking up on Speedy Creek

I found myself sleepin' in the snow

For one or two odd reasons

I ain't too proud to repeat

For now we'll say

I had no place to goThere was a rustle and a hummin'

Just a haulin' down the street

I drew myself up from my icy bed

Painted on that shiny car

The letters R C M and P

I could feel a little achin' in my head

And then out jumps this ol' boy

About twice the size of me

He asked me for my name and where I dwelt

I just looked him in the eye

And sang Blue Yodel Number Nine

He didn't catch the reference I could tellAnd then the old familiar click

And the handcuffs bindin' grip

He should have left me in the snow where I lay

He just laughed and touched his gun

And turnin' to me he said son

I bet you don't own a damn thing to your nameI got my health

My John B. Stetson

Got me a bottle full o' Baby's Blue Bird Wine

And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston

Along with thirteen silver dollars

And my mind

I got my health

My John B. Stetson

Got me a bottle full o' Baby's Blue Bird Wine

And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston

Along with thirteen silver dollars

And my mind

Along with thirteen silver dollars

And my mind

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