Dollar in My Hand

DOLLAR IN MY HAND - (John Bartholomeusz)

It’s 1967, the devil’s on the loose
The dogs are closing in now and you’re staring at the noose
He’s comin’ for your daughters, he’s comin’ for your sons
So mother check your oven ‘cause he’s comin’ for your buns

Oh I’ve tried and I’ve tried but I cannot be satisfied
This life is killing me, there ain’t nowhere to hide
Oh I am what I am, so catch me if you can
I’ll be gone by tomorrow, with a dollar in my hand

Be sure to rub your horseshoe and stroke your rabbit’s claw
That nasty scrap of vermin’s gonna help you out for sure
You’ll find him in the boardroom, find him at the track
He’s waiting at the crossroads with a banjo on his back

Oh I’ve tried and I’ve tried but I cannot be satisfied
This life is killing me, there ain’t nowhere to hide
I am what I am, so catch me if you can
I’ll be gone by tomorrow

I’ve tried and I’ve tried but I cannot be satisfied
This life is killing me, I’m burning up inside
I am what I am, so catch me if you can
I’ll be gone by tomorrow

Oh I’ve tried and I’ve tried but I cannot be satisfied