Greenback Dollar — текст песни (Jim Croce)

Some people say I`m a no `count
Others say I`m no good
But I`m just a nat`ral born travellin` man
Doin` what I think should, oh yeah
Doin` what I think should

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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

Chorus

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

Chorus