November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Corn in the crib won't turn your dollar green
A dollar won't get you high
Some days a drop is all a body needs
Some days the bottle drains dry

Pockets of change don't drive my worry down
Diamonds don't make me shine
It's a short life and a long time underground
I'll trade you money for wine

I've seen this town from a long black Lincoln, boys
Back when copper was king
Ten years I stood on the same street corner, boys
I never want for a thing

Pockets of change don't drive my worry down
Diamonds don't make me shine
It's a short life and a long time underground
I'll trade you money for wine

Wild were the nights when I was rolling, boys
No hunger unsatisfied
Feared was my name in Elko County, boys
Now they just walk on by

The banker, he spares a quarter for my cup
His trouble's deeper than mine
That way of life, boys, there ain't gold enough
I'll trade you money for wine

See how the rain washes the sulfur dust
Off to the wide blue sea
Freed from the rock, the copper flies to where
No miner ever may see

Shallow your cares, in vain your industry
So says the wide blue sea
I never burden God on your account
Don't waste your prayers on me

I've seen a man of wealth and family
Scrimp till his hair's gone grey
Laid in the ground just like I'm gonna be
He might have drunk it away

Pockets of change don't drive my worry down
Diamonds don't make me shine
It's a short life and a long time underground
I'll trade you money for wine

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