Dollar Short Lyrics

I wish I wasn't on this building layin' brick by brick, gainin' aches without good pay and makin' myself sick.

I could tell you that the oil fields smell like blood & gasoline.

Rig up, rig down, all damn day, just strippin' the land clean.

And a taxman and a banker come to take my land away.

I guess I was a couple dollars short and a few days late.

Give me some Highwaymen to ease my pain, or some comin' down sideways Texas rain, give me copperline hidin' in the red-mud clay, give me a six-gun, man, give me George Strait;

Or a pine-wood floor in a smoke-filled bar, or a wrap-around porch and an old guitar,

Give me lightnin' bugs and a midnight train, or a broken heart with no one to blame.

And to my brothers overseas, I hope ya all make it back home.

But I hate that you're stuck in the first place over there fightin' a rich man's war.

So, I wish you strength and providence as you walk along your way,

And I pray to God ya never end up a Dollar Short and a day late.

Give me some Highwaymen to ease my pain, or some comin' down sideways Texas rain, give me copperline hidin' in the red-mud clay, give me a six-gun, man, give me George Strait;

Or a pine-wood floor in a smoke-filled bar, or a wrap-around porch and an old guitar,

Give me lightnin' bugs and a midnight train, or a broken heart with no one to blame.

I wish songs on the radio still had some soulful blues, not pretty boys with solo cups and brand new cowboy boots.

Give me some Highwaymen to ease my pain, or some comin' down sideways Texas rain, give me copperline hidin' in the red-mud clay, give me a six-gun, man, give me George Strait;

Or a pine-wood floor in a smoke-filled bar, a wrap-around porch and an old guitar.

Give me lightnin' bugs or a midnight train, and a broken heart with no one to blame.

You see, Country Music has come a long ways...

But, I still think we're a Dollar Short and a few days late.

Yes, I still think we're a Dollar Short and a few days late...