One
I had fourteen dollars in my inside pocket
And twenty-two more up my sleeve
There was cold hard cash lining up my jacket
But I did not have a dime when I did leave
When I got here I was carrying roses
When I had to go I was only holding dirt
Well I walked in here wearing a tuxedo
But I left wearing just an old T-shirt
They say it's hard times
Don't I know it
I'm sleeping on a bed made of nails
Well I used to live way up in the penthouse
Now I can't even get a room in the county jail
Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings
And I don't think they'll come around next spring
Just like birds of prey
They will take what's yours and fly away
Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings
Well I came to town on a pile of diamonds
Now I'm leaving on a wheelbarrow of dust
With IOUs glued to my eyelids
Sitting here watching my safe rust
Watching all your coins roll down the gutter
All your champagne going down the sink
Is there something that you're trying to remember
Or is that string around your finger a wedding ring
Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings
And I don't think they'll come around next spring
Just like birds of prey
They will take what's yours and fly away
Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings
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APPEARS ON:
Song Reader
YEAR RELEASED:
2014
LENGTH:
5:11
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
PRODUCED BY:
Dave Cobb
ENGINEERED BY:
Dave Cobb
MIXED BY:
Dave Cobb
Jason Isbell
ASSISTED BY:
Derek Parnell
PERFORMERS:
Jason Isbell
Vocals, Guitar
Derry deBorja
Keyboards
Chad Gamble
Drums
Jimbo Hart
Bass
Sadler Vaden
Guitar
Amanda Shires
Fiddle, Vocals
Charlene Huang
Violin
April Guthrie
Cello
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