Greenback Dollar

Some people say I’m a no 'count. Others say I’m no good.
But I’m just a nat’ral-born travelin’man, doin’what I think I should, O, yeah.
Doin’what I think I should.
And I don’t give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can.
For a wailin’song and a good guitar, the only things that I understand,
poor boy, the only things that I understand.
When I was a little baby, my momma said, «Hey, son. Travel where you will and
grow to be a man
And sing what must be sung, poor boy. Sing what must be sung.»
Now that I’m a grown man, I’ve traveled here and there. I’ve learned that a bottle of brandy and a song,
The only ones who ever care, poor boy, the only ones who ever care.
(Chorus, repeat first verse and repeat chorus)