Greenback Dollar Songtext

When I was a little baby my mama said, hey son

Travel where you will and grow to be a man

But sing what must be sung, poor boy

Sing what must be sung



And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar

I spend it fast as I can

For a wailing song and a good guitar

The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand



Now that I'm a grown man

I've travelled here and there

I found that a jug of brandy and a song

Are the only ones who care, poor boy

The only ones who care