Текст песни Jim Croce - Greenback Dollar
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Some people say I`m a no `countOthers say I`m no goodBut I`m just a nat`ral born travellin` manDoin` what I think should, oh yeahDoin` what I think shouldChorus:When I was a little baby my mama said, hey sonTravel where you will and grow to be a manBut sing what must be sung, poor boy Sing what must be sungAnd I don`t give a damn about a greenback dollarI spend it fast as I canFor a wailing song and a good guitarThe only things that I understand, poor boyThe only things that I understandChorusNow that I`m a grown manI`ve travelled here and thereI found that a jug of brandy and a songAre the only ones who care, poor boyThe only ones who careChorus