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Maria Muldaur – Bank Failure Blues lyrics
I've been working all my life folks, saved every nickel I could get
I've been working all my life folks, saved every nickel I could get
Thought someday I’d have a nest egg, but my home will be the poorhouse yet
Got my money every Saturday, Monday morning took it to the bank
Got my money every Saturday, Monday morning took it to the bank
Now that dog-gone bank gone busted, every nickel that I saved done sink
Lord it's hard to lose your money when you've scraped and scrambled as I've
Done
Lord it's hard to lose your money when you've scraped and scrambled as I've
Done
Make a preacher leave his pulpit, trade his bible for a Gatlin gun
Going down to the cashiers window, going down with blood in both my eyes
Going down to the cashiers window, going down with blood in both my eyes
And if I don’t get my money, gonna cut that man down to my size
Let me tell you folks there’s two things, two things that I just can’t
Stand
Let me tell you folks there’s two things, two things that I just can’t
Stand
One is messing with my money, others messing ‘round with my good man
I've been working all my life folks, saved every nickel I could get
Thought someday I’d have a nest egg, but my home will be the poorhouse yet
Got my money every Saturday, Monday morning took it to the bank
Got my money every Saturday, Monday morning took it to the bank
Now that dog-gone bank gone busted, every nickel that I saved done sink
Lord it's hard to lose your money when you've scraped and scrambled as I've
Done
Lord it's hard to lose your money when you've scraped and scrambled as I've
Done
Make a preacher leave his pulpit, trade his bible for a Gatlin gun
Going down to the cashiers window, going down with blood in both my eyes
Going down to the cashiers window, going down with blood in both my eyes
And if I don’t get my money, gonna cut that man down to my size
Let me tell you folks there’s two things, two things that I just can’t
Stand
Let me tell you folks there’s two things, two things that I just can’t
Stand
One is messing with my money, others messing ‘round with my good man
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