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    Don Henley If Dirt Were Dollars текст песни

    If Dirt Were Dollars

    Walkin’ like a millionaire
    Smilin’ like a king
    He leaned his shopping cart against the wall
    He said, I been a lot of places
    And I seen a lot of things
    But, sonny, I seen one thing that beats ’em all
    I was flyin’ back from lubbock
    I saw jesus on the plane
    …or maybe it was elvis
    You know, they kinda look the same
    Hey, look out, junior, you’re steppin’ on my bed
    I said, I don’t see nothin
    He just glared at me and said,
    If dirt were dollars
    If dirt were dollars
    If dirt were dollars
    I wouldn’t worry anymore
    Lookin’ like a beauty queen
    Loyal as a wife
    She raised her little voice and testified,
    I am a good girl
    I’ve been one all my life
    But her virtue was as swollen as her pride
    She should’ve had the oscar
    She must have been miscast
    Her fifteen minutes went by so fast
    I said, now, baby, have you got no shame?
    She just looked at me, uncomprehendingly
    Like cows at a passing train
    If dirt were dollars
    If dirt were dollars
    If dirt were dollars
    I wouldn’t worry anymore
    We got the bully pulpit
    And the poisoned pen
    We got a press no better
    Than the public men
    This brave new world
    Gone bad again
    God’s finest little creatures
    Looking brave and strong
    Whistling past the graveyard
    Nothing can go wrong
    Quoting from the scriptures
    With patriotic tears
    We got the same old men
    With the same old fears
    Standing at attention
    Wrapped in stars and stripes
    They hear the phantom drummers
    And the nonexistent pipes
    These days the buck stops nowhere
    No one takes the blame
    But evil is still evil
    In anybody’s name
    If dirt were dollars
    If dirt were dollars
    If dirt were dollars
    We’d all be in the black



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