Rebecca Lynn Howard - The Life of a Dollar lyrics

From the pocket of an honest preacher To the empty hand of a homeless bum To the cash drawer at the liquor store Where he bought a pint of rum To the bank clerk who past me off To the single mom trying to pay the rent I can't even count all the times And all the ways I've been spent I close my eyes and hold my breath When the bad man steals me And ruins my name If I had my way I rather be Pa**ed off in the offering plate I've been in the hands of a rich man In a shoebox under a farmer's bed Help post the bail of a stubborn boy Who could have walked but he fought instead I've been torn in half over some silly bet Taped back together and then they tossed me In the case of a beggin' Cajun fiddler player On Bourbon Street Some people call me George Some people worship the color green I don't really mind of course I just like the company 'Cause I'm sure one day I'll be a thing of the past I'll be sitting folded up In some old woman's hope chest She'll be telling her grand kids How she used to spend me On a pack of gum, and jackerjacks A can of Coke and a quarter snack And she'll say "back then you could get so much for a dollar" And they'll say, "what's a dollar?" But for now I'm sitting in a piggybank Of an eight year old trying to buy a bike I'm proud to be a dollar twenty three On the way to thirty five She pours us out onto the carpet Counts us all then holds us tight Then she puts us back in one by one Blows a kiss then she says good night And there ain't tellin' where I'll end up next In a bra or a bible it's anybody's guess Maybe in a bottle just floatin' in the water Living the life of a dollar