Written by Beck Hansen
Intro E Em E5 Em E5 DEm E I had fourteen dollars in my inside pocket Em B And twenty-two more up my sleeve Em G A There was cold hard cash lining up my jacket Em B E But I did not have a dime when I did leaveVerse 1:
Em E When I got here I was carrying roses Em B When I had to go, I was only holding dirt Em E A G Well I walked in here wearing a tuxedo Em B E But I left wearing just an old t-shirtVerse 2:
A E They say it's hard times, and don't I know it C#m B I'm sleeping on a bed made of nails Em D B Well, I used to live way up in the penthouse Em B E Now I can't even get a room in the county jailBridge:
E Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings B And I don't think they'll come around next spring E Just like birds of prey A They will take what's yours and fly away Em B E Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings Instrumental E E5 E DEm E Well, I came to town on a pile of diamonds Em E B Now I'm leaving on a wheelbarrow of dust Em E A With IOUs glued to my eyelids Em B E Sitting here watching my safe rustVerse 3:
A E Watching all your coins roll down the gutter C#m B All your champagne going down the sink Em D E Is there something that you're trying to remember? Em B E Or is that string around your finger a wedding ring?Bridge:
E Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings B And I don't think they'll come around next spring E Just like birds of prey A They will take what's yours and fly away Em B E Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings