There ain't no dollars in this old pocket of mineJust
some smokes and a quarter, a nickel and a dime
With so little money, oh what good am I?
So sayeth my father, I believe he's right
So come with me my friends
I see light at the other end
In a time where we'll be home again
Where the music's playing, oh that's where i'll call my
home
Classical or country, blues or rock and roll
Baby if I'm playing won't you stop and say goodbye?
Cause it didn't work the first time, that you can't deny
So come with me my friends
I see light at the other end
In a time where we'll be home again
There ain't no dollars in this old pocket of mine
Just my smokes and a quarter, a nickel and a dime
With so little money, oh what good am I?
So sayeth my father, I believe he's right
So sayeth my father, I believe he's right.