Your Cash Ain’t Nothin’ But Trash

Album cover art for "Your Cash Ain’t Nothin’ But Trash" by Steve Miller Band

Steve Miller Band - Rock, Pop Rock

Your Cash Ain’t Nothin’ But Trash

2 Plays

Duration: 3:23

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Lyrics

[Intro] "Your Cash Ain't Nothin' But Trash" (Take 1) Here we go Yeah, you may have heart about the gangster of love and the space cowboy But I'm gonna whip a cat on you right now Who's had more trouble, trials and tribulations One, two, three, hey Yeah, it's alright (Aw, look out, man, look out) A-lookie here (Hey) [Verse 1] 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 gold She turned around and with a frown She said, "This ain't no circus and I don't need a clown" [Chorus] Your cash ain't nothing but trash Your cash ain't nothing but trash Your cash ain't nothing but trash And there ain't no need in your hanging around [Verse 2] Oh, just to make a hit with a-that chick I tried to get a Cadillac right quick The man at the place, he looked so strange Had nine hundred 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" [Chorus] Your cash ain't nothing but trash Your cash ain't nothing but trash Your cash ain't nothing but trash Well, baby, you're crawling way past your speed, yeah [Bridge] Alright I'ma play my guitar right now (Hey, man, what'd you say?) Yeah, yeah, yeah Just keep on rollin', y'all You better believe it, baby A-lookie here [Verse 3] I was walking into town in my white bucks A man with a gun, he said a-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?" [Chorus] Your cash ain't nothing but trash Your cash ain't nothing but trash Your cash ain't nothing but trash And he took my watch and I passed out [Verse 4] I woke up in the arms of a big cop Police station, next stop (What's the trouble here, man? What's the trouble, huh?) The judge swung his fist down, plunk-plunk A twenty dollar fine cause you're drunk Dig up the dough and you can go All I had was a buffalo [Chorus] Your cash ain't nothing but trash Your cash ain't nothing but trash Your cash ain't nothing but trash But I'm sure going to get me some more

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  • Jesse Stone