Dollars In His Wallet
Album: Junction Road
By: Jim Armstrong
By: Jim Armstrong
Duration
3:29
Description
uptempo, cowpunk, hellbilly song about a rich man who can't cheat death or buy his way into heaven
Lyrics
DOLLARS IN HIS WALLET © Peter James Armstrong, 2010 (Sonic Deli/SOCAN) V1 Now there's 13 dry-eyed angels Come a-dancing down this line They come for his horse His gun; his badge A snifter of moonshine They want to string him up at high noon And convict him of his crimes CHORUS HE’S GOT DIAMONDS ON THE LEFT HAND AND RUBIES ON THE RIGHT HE’S TRIED EVERY DOOR IN HEAVEN JUST TO GET A GLIMPSE INSIDE NOW THE DOLLARS IN HIS WALLET THEY WON’T SAVE HIM WHEN HE DIES v2 Now he bought the tallest mountain All the money he could buy He built the biggest mansion Reached the heaven in the sky And he crushed a million souls Underneath his wheels He would have took a million more But the misery just never heals CHORUS HE’S GOT DIAMONDS ON HIS LEFT HAND HE’S GOT RUBIES ON HIS RIGHT HE’S TRIED EVERY DOOR IN HEAVEN JUST TO GET A GLIMPSE INSIDE NOW THE DOLLARS IN HIS WALLET THEY WON’T SAVE HIM WHEN HE DIES V3 Now those 13 dry-eyed angels They got here just in time They took his gun His horse; his badge The snifter of moonshine They strung him up at high noon Convicted of his crimes CHORUS HE’S GOT DIAMONDS ON THE LEFT HAND AND RUBIES ON THE RIGHT HE’S TRIED EVERY DOOR IN HEAVEN JUST TO GET A GLIMPSE INSIDE NOW THE DOLLARS IN HIS WALLET THEY WON’T SAVE HIM WHEN HE DIES
