Three Dollars
There's three dollars in my pocket
Most I ever had was ten
This cowboy's life don't make you rich
The pay is pretty thin
Sittin' here on this mountain top
Watchin’ dust devils rise
There ain't nowhere I'd rather be
An' that seems pretty wise
I cain't afford to go nowhere
That don't seem to matter
Some folks leave here an' don't come back
An' get a whole lot fatter
I look around and all I see
Is home and that seems right
Never had the need to wander
Or see a different sight
I'm sittin' on my three dollars
An' that's the whole dang pot
Might ride to town and have a beer
Or maybe I might not
Think I'll ride home and take a nap
Monday's sure to foller
Prob'ly spend it in the saddle
Sittin' on three dollars
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2016
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