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Your Cash Ain't Nothin But Trash
The Clovers
I was walking down the main track
One night
I met a fine chick
She was built just right
She stopped when I flashed my roll
I told her she could have all of my dough
She turned around and with a frown
She said this ain't no circus
And I don't need a clown
Your cash ain't nothing but trash [x3]
And there ain't no need in your hanging around
Just to make a hit with that chick
I tried to get a Cadillac right quick
The man at the place he looked so strange
I had 900 bucks and some change
We disagreed
I tried to plead
Well, he said I ain't a chicken
And I don't need your feed
Your cash ain't nothing but trash [x3]
And there ain't no need in your hanging around
I was walking into town in my white bucks
A man with a gun, he said hands up
I tried to get away but too slow
He got me and took all of my dough
I heard him shout
As he cut out
Well you ain't lost nothing
What you crying about
Your cash ain't nothing but trash [x3]
And there ain't no need in your hanging around
I woke up in the arms of a big cop
Police station
Next stop
Judge swung his fist down
Plunk plunk
$20 fine cause you're drunk
Pick up the dough
And you can go
All I had was a buffalo
Your cash ain't nothing but trash [x3]
And there ain't no need in your hanging around
compositores: CHARLES E CALHOUN
One night
I met a fine chick
She was built just right
She stopped when I flashed my roll
I told her she could have all of my dough
She turned around and with a frown
She said this ain't no circus
And I don't need a clown
Your cash ain't nothing but trash [x3]
And there ain't no need in your hanging around
Just to make a hit with that chick
I tried to get a Cadillac right quick
The man at the place he looked so strange
I had 900 bucks and some change
We disagreed
I tried to plead
Well, he said I ain't a chicken
And I don't need your feed
Your cash ain't nothing but trash [x3]
And there ain't no need in your hanging around
I was walking into town in my white bucks
A man with a gun, he said hands up
I tried to get away but too slow
He got me and took all of my dough
I heard him shout
As he cut out
Well you ain't lost nothing
What you crying about
Your cash ain't nothing but trash [x3]
And there ain't no need in your hanging around
I woke up in the arms of a big cop
Police station
Next stop
Judge swung his fist down
Plunk plunk
$20 fine cause you're drunk
Pick up the dough
And you can go
All I had was a buffalo
Your cash ain't nothing but trash [x3]
And there ain't no need in your hanging around
compositores: CHARLES E CALHOUN