Five Dollar Bill Songtext
von Corb Lund

I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
But I won′t be able to sing it until
I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back

I first got the five dollars from a Montana man
When he come across the line with a pistol in his hand
He said gimme all your money but I got to his first
And I took his Colt's too and the whole first verse

You see you couldn′t buy liquor in the States back then
So we saddled up the ponies and we loaded up the gin
Rode underneath the shadow of the Grand Old Chief
To get some northern Rocky Mountain kind of tax relief

You couldn't count on the cattle when the market got down
And the veterinary bills to the doctor in town
Both kids needed shoes and they had to get fed
And a big old bank lien was over my head


I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
But I won't be able to sing it until
I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back

They wouldn′t stop talking about Canadian rye
Okay and the paladin it′s crisp and it's dry
In a Seagram′s bottle tasted mighty top shelf
I said well thank you very much sir I cooked it myself
Of course that didn't wash with the boys down south
Judging by the stream of color coming out of their mouth
Though I can′t figure why cause from where I stood
I got 'em just as damn drunk as any store bought would

I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
But I won′t be able to sing it until
I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back


Well he done stormed across the border with six or eight guys
Some damn fool soft with the deputized
But there weren't no sheriff nor a marshal in sight
I guess the lawman was up a-drinking whiskey all night
He said gimme all your money but I got to his first
And I took his Colt's too and the whole third verse
But he picked my back pocket worked the five bucks loose
I had tucked in behind a can of Copenhagen snus

I wrote my new song on a five dollar bill
But I won′t be able to sing it until
I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track
Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back

The dirty little double dealing son of a gun of a song stealing
Chicken eating thief and get my five bucks back