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Your Cash Ain't Nothin' But Trash
Steve Miller Band, The
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Your cash ain't nothin' but trash (take one)
Here we go
Yeah, you may have heard about the gangster of love and the space cowboy
But I'm gonna whip a cat on you right now
Who's had more trouble, trials and tribulations
One, two, three, hey!
Yeah, it's alright (ah, look out, man, look out)
Hey, look at here (hey!)
I was walking down the main track one night
I met a fine chick, she was built just right
She stopped when I flashed my roll
I told her she could have all of my gold
She turned around and with a frown
She said, "This ain't no circus and I don't need a clown"
Your cash ain't nothing but trash
Your cash ain't nothing but trash
Your cash ain't nothing but trash
And there ain't no need in your hanging around
Oh, just to make a hit with a-that chick
I tried to get a Cadillac right quick
The man at the place, he looked so strange
Had nine-hundred bucks and some change
We disagreed, I tried to plead
Well, he said, "I ain't a chicken and I don't need your feed"
Your cash ain't nothing but trash
Your cash ain't nothing but trash
Your cash ain't nothing but trash
Well, baby, you're crawling way past your speed, yeah
Alright
I'ma play my guitar right now (hey, man, what'd you say?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just keep on rollin', y'all
(You better believe it, baby)
Hey, look at here
I was walking into town in my white bucks
A man with a gun, he said that, "Hands up"
I tried to get away, but too slow
He got me and took all of my dough
I heard him shout as he cut out
"Well, you ain't lost nothing, what you crying about?"
Your cash ain't nothing but trash
Your cash ain't nothing but trash
Your cash ain't nothing but trash
And he took my watch and I passed out
I woke up in the arms of a big cop
Police station, next stop (what's the trouble here, man? What's the trouble, huh?)
The judge swung his fist down, plunk-plunk
A 20 dollar fine 'cause you're drunk
Dig up the dough and you can go
All I had was a buffalo
Your cash ain't nothing but trash
Your cash ain't nothing but trash
Your cash ain't nothing but trash
But I'm sure going to get me some more
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