Five Dollar Bill

I [G]wrote my nw song on a five dollar bill
But I won't be able to [D]sing it until
I get [D]hot on the trail for to pick up the track
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks [G]back

I first got the five dollars from a montana man
when he come across the line with a pistol in his hand
He said "Gimme all your money" but i got to his first
And I took his colts to and the whole first verse

You see you c[G]ouldn't buy liquor in the [B7]states back then
So we s[C]addled up the ponies and we [A]loaded up the gin
Rode [D]underneath the shadow of the grande Old Chief
To get some [D]Northern Rocky Mountain kind of tax [G]relief

You couldn't count on the cattle when the market got down
And the veterinary bills to the doctor in town
Both kids needed shoes and they had to get fed
And the big old bank lien was over my head

They wouldn't stop talking about Canadian Rye
Bouquet and palate and its crisp and its dry
In a seagrams bottle tasted mighty top shelf
I said "Well thank you very much sir I cooked it myself"
Of course that didn't wash with the boys down south
Judgin by the stream of colour comin outta their mouth
Though I cant figure why cause from where I stood
I got em just as damn drunk as any store bought could

Well he came stormin' cross the border with six or eight guys
Some damn fool saw fit to deputize
But there weren't no sherrif nor a marshall in sight
I guys the lawman was up drinkin whiskey all night
He said "gimme all your money" but I got to his first
And I took his colts to and the whole third verse
But he picked my back pocket worked the five bucks loose
I had tucked in behind a can of copenhagen snoose

I w[G]rote mt new song on a five dollar bill
But I won't be able to s[D]ing it until
I get [D]hot on the trail for to pick up the track

Of the dirty dealin' son of a gunnin' song stealin' chicken eatin' thief
and get my five bucks ba[G]ck

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