All the Money's Gone - Greg
Brown
That was a trip. Wasn't
that a trip, my darlin
I love to see ya happy in the mountains
But who's that knockin on the door now
How many pennies in that stack you're countin
All the money's gone. All the money's gone
Gut it out, pack it up and move on
All the money's gone. All the money's gone
Do you know how much I love you
I'd like to buy ya the world's largest bathtub
But I put my hand so deep in my pocket
I found some lint, some burnt matches and a couple of ticket stubs
But all the money's gone. All the money's gone
Gut it out, pack it up and move on
All the money's gone. All the money's
I've been walkin the streets
Where the shoes and the clothes and the haircuts, they holler and they
holler
We Americans, we are so easily pleased
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread and fifty thousand dollars
But all the money's gone. All the money's gone
Gut it out, pack it up and move on
All the money's gone. All the money's
All the money's gone. All the money's