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Now That Your Dollar Bills Have Sprouted Wings - Jason Isbell
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Now That Your Dollar Bills Have Sprouted Wings Jason Isbell

Now That Your Dollar Bills Have Sprouted Wings - Jason Isbell
I had fourteen dollars in my inside pocket
And twenty-two more up my sleeve
There was cold hard cash lining up my jacket
But I did not have a dime when I did leave

When I got here, I was carrying roses
When I had to go, I was only holding dirt
Well, I walked in here wearing a tuxedo
But I left wearing just an old t-shirt

They say it's hard times, don't I know it
I'm sleeping on a bed made of nails
Well, I used to live way up in the penthouse
Now I can't even get a room in the county jail

Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings
And I don't think they'll come around next spring
Just like birds of prey
They will take what's yours and fly away
Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings

Well, I came to town on a pile of diamonds
Now I'm leaving on a wheelbarrow of dust
With IOUs glued to my eyelids
Sitting here watching my safe rust
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