Stack O’Dollars Blues Songtext
von Charley Jordan

Well, it′s too late to holler, baby, too late to weep and moan
It's too late to holler, too late to weep and moan
Too late to holler, Great God, when that stack of dollars done gone

Well, it′s mama, mama, mama, what that you got there in that grip?
Well, it's mama, mama, mama, what that you got there in that grip?
There ain't nothin′ but a stack of dollars
Your baby goin′ to take a little trip


I'm sittin′ on a stack of dollars just as high as I am tall
I'm sittin′ on a stack of dollars just as high as I am tall
If you be my little old baby, you sure can have them all

Well, it's baby, baby, I tell you what I would do
Well, it′s baby, baby, I tell you what I will do
I would give you a stack of dollars
Just to make one more night with you

You can mistreat me, baby, do anything you want to do
You can mistreat me, baby, do anything you want to do
Someday you're gonna want me, but your baby won't want you


Now I′m gonna sing this verse, babe, and I ain′t gonna sing no more
Gonna sing this verse, babe, and I ain't gonna sing no more
For that stack of dollars is worryin′ me, Lord, now I got to go