Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Chorus

 I wrote my nw song on a five dollar bill

 But I won't be able to sing it until

 I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track

 Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back

I first got the five dollars from a montana man

when he come across the line with a pistol in his hand

He said "Gimme all your money" but i got to his first

And I took his colts to and the whole first verse

 You see you couldn't buy liquor in the states back then

 So we saddled up the ponies and we loaded up the gin

 Rode underneath the shadow of the grande Old Chief

 To get some Northern Rocky Mountain kind of tax relief

You couldn't count on the cattle when the market got down

And the veterinary bills to the doctor in town

Both kids needed shoes and they had to get fed

And the big old bank lien was over my head

Chorus

They wouldn't stop talking about Canadian Rye

Bouquet and palate and its crisp and its dry

In a seagrams bottle tasted mighty top shelf

I said "Well thank you very much sir I cooked it myself"

Of course that didn't wash with the boys down south

Judgin by the stream of colour comin outta their mouth

Though I cant figure why cause from where I stood

I got em just as damn drunk as any store bought could

Chorus

Solo

Well he came stormin' cross the border with six or eight guys

Some damn fool saw fit to deputize

But there weren't no sherrif nor a marshall in sight

I guys the lawman was up drinkin whiskey all night

He said "gimme all your money" but I got to his first

And I took his colts to and the whole third verse

But he picked my back pocket worked the five bucks loose

I had tucked in behind a can of copenhagen snoose

 I wrote mt new song on a five dollar bill

 But I won't be able to sing it until

 I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track

Of the dirty dealin' son of a gunnin' song stealin' chicken eatin' thief

 and get my five bucks back

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