A Dime and a Dollar Songtext
von Guy Mitchell

With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I′m a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go, I guess you know
I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun

I′m just a rolling stone, I wander on my own
And always take my own advice
I've traveled every trail and never been in jail
'Cause I deserved it once or twice
My horse has been my pal, but once I met a gal
And thought a kiss would be no crime
I darn near lost my life, she was the sheriff′s wife
I just got out of town in time


With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I′m a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go, I guess you know
I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun

Now when I leave a town and get to bedding down
I kind of wake up at the stars
Nobody knows my name, they only know I came
And drank my weight in all the bars

With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I′m a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go, I guess you know
I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
I'm a lucky son of a gun