Thirteen Silver Dollars

It was a cold and cruel evening

Sneaking up on Speedy Creek

Found myself asleep and in the snow

One or two odd reasons

I ain't too proud to repeat

For now we'll say I had no place to go

There was a rustle and a humming

Just hauling down the street

I drew myself up from my icy bed

Painted on that shiny car the letters RCM and P

I can feel a little aching in my head

And then out jumps this ol'boy

About twice the size of me

He asked me for my name and where I dwell

I just looked him in the eye

And sang Blue Yodel Number Nine

He didn't catch the reference, I could tell

Then the old, familiar click

In the handcuffs bind and grip

Should have left me in the snow where I laid

He just laughed and touched his gun

And turned to me he said

Son, I bet you don't own a damn thing to your name

Well, I got my health

My John B Stetson

Got a bottle full of Baby's Blue Bird Wine

And I got my stash

Somewhere down in Preston

Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind

Well, I got my health

My John B Stetson

Got a bottle full of Baby's Blue Bird Wine

And I got my stash

Somewhere down in Preston

Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind