Your Cash Ain’t Nothin’ But Trash (Early Version) (Studio Jam, July 5, 1973)

Lyrics

[Intro] One, two, three, four Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha How you doin', Jones? Yeah Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha [Verse 1] Walking down the main track one night I met a fine chick, she was built just right She stopped when I flashed my roll Told her she could have all of my dough 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 nothin' but trash Your cash ain't nothin' but trash Your cash ain't nothin' but trash There ain't no need in your hanging around [Verse 2] Just to make a hit with this chick I tried to get a Cadillac right quick The man at the place he looked so strange I had 900 bucks and some change We disagreed, I tried to plead He said, "I ain't a chicken And I don't need your feed" [Chorus] Your cash ain't nothin' but trash Your cash ain't nothin' but trash Your cash ain't nothin' but trash And there ain't no need in your hanging around [Scatting] [Interlude] Oh yeah, just keep on rolling now, don't do no fade Yeah, mmm, hey hеy, just keep on rolling, keep on rolling [Verse 3] Walking into town in my bucks A man with a gun, he said, "Hands up" I tried to get away, body was too slow Hе got me and took all of my dough I heard him shout, as he cut out "You ain't lost nothing What you crying about?" [Chorus] Your cash ain't nothin' but trash Your cash ain't nothin' but trash Your cash ain't nothin' but trash And he took my watch and I passed out [Verse 4] Woke up in the arms of a big cop Police station, next stop Judge swung his fist down, plunk plunk $20 fine 'cause you're drunk Pick up the dough, and you can go All I had was a buffalo [Chorus] Your cash ain't nothin' but trash Your cash ain't nothin' but trash Your cash ain't nothin' but trash But sure gonna get me some more [Outro] Okay, let's, let's take a break