A Dime And A Dollar

(álbum: Red Garters - 1954)

With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go I guess you know
I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun

I'm just a rolling stone, I wander on my own
And always take my own advice
I've travelled every trail, and never been in jail
'Cos I've deserved it once or twice

My horse has been my pal, but once I met a gal
And thought a kiss would be no crime
I darn near lost my life, she was the sheriff's wife
I just got out of town in time

With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go I guess you know
I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun

Now when I leave a town and get to bedding down
I kinda wink up at the stars
Nobody knows my name, they only know I came
And drank my weight in all the bars

With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go I guess you know
I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun