A Dime And A Dollar
Composer(s): Ray Evans - Jay Livingston
Performer(s): Guy Mitchell; Rosemary Clooney
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
Im a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go I guess you know
I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
Im a lucky son of a gun
Im just a rollin stone, I wander on my own
And always take my own advice
Ive travelled every trail, and never been in jail
Cos Ive deserved it once or twice
My horse has been my pal, but once I met a gal
And thought a kiss would be no crime
I darn near lost my life, she was the sheriffs wife
I just got out of town in time
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
Im a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go I guess you know
I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
Im a lucky son of a gun
Now when I leave a town and get to beddin down
I kinda wink up at the stars
Nobody knows my name, they only know I came
And drank my weight in all the bars
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
Im a lucky son of a gun
Wherever I go I guess you know
I tip my hat to none
With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar
Im a lucky son of a gun
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