Thirteen Silver Dollars Chords & Lyrics - Colter Wall
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[VERSE 1]
[G]It was a cold and cruel evening
Sneaking u[C]p on Speedy Cre[G]ek
Found myself a[D]sleepin' in the s[G]now
For one or two odd reasons
I ain't too proud to r[C]epeat
For[A] now we'll say I had no place to [D]go
[G]There was a rustle and a humming
Just h[C]auling down the st[G]reet
I drew myself up[D] from my icy bed
[G]Painted on that shiny car the letters '[C]RCM and P[G]'
[G]I can feel a little ac[D]hing in my head
[VERSE 2]
[G]And then out jumps this old boy
About [C]twice the size of [G]me
He asked me for my[D] name and where I [G]dwelt
I just looked him in the eye
And sang 'Blue [C]Yodel Number [G]9'
[A]He didn't catch the reference, I could te[D]ll
[G]Then the old, familiar click
and the h[C]andcuffs bind and [G]grip
Should have left me in the [C]snow, where I l[G]aid
[G]He just laughed and touched his gun
And turned [C]to me and said
[G]Son, I bet you don't own a [D]damn thing
[G]To your name
[CHORUS]
Well, I got my [C]health
My John B Ste[G]tson
Got a [D]bottle full of baby's bluebird [G]wine
And I left my [C]stash
Somewhere down in [G]Preston
Along with [D]thirteen silver dollars and my m[G]ind
Well, I got my [C]health
My John B Ste[G]tson
Got a [D]bottle full of baby's bluebird [G]wine
And I left my [C]stash
Somewhere down in [G]Preston
Along with [D]thirteen silver dollars and my m[G]ind
[G]It was a cold and cruel evening
Sneaking u[C]p on Speedy Cre[G]ek
Found myself a[D]sleepin' in the s[G]now
For one or two odd reasons
I ain't too proud to r[C]epeat
For[A] now we'll say I had no place to [D]go
[G]There was a rustle and a humming
Just h[C]auling down the st[G]reet
I drew myself up[D] from my icy bed
[G]Painted on that shiny car the letters '[C]RCM and P[G]'
[G]I can feel a little ac[D]hing in my head
[VERSE 2]
[G]And then out jumps this old boy
About [C]twice the size of [G]me
He asked me for my[D] name and where I [G]dwelt
I just looked him in the eye
And sang 'Blue [C]Yodel Number [G]9'
[A]He didn't catch the reference, I could te[D]ll
[G]Then the old, familiar click
and the h[C]andcuffs bind and [G]grip
Should have left me in the [C]snow, where I l[G]aid
[G]He just laughed and touched his gun
And turned [C]to me and said
[G]Son, I bet you don't own a [D]damn thing
[G]To your name
[CHORUS]
Well, I got my [C]health
My John B Ste[G]tson
Got a [D]bottle full of baby's bluebird [G]wine
And I left my [C]stash
Somewhere down in [G]Preston
Along with [D]thirteen silver dollars and my m[G]ind
Well, I got my [C]health
My John B Ste[G]tson
Got a [D]bottle full of baby's bluebird [G]wine
And I left my [C]stash
Somewhere down in [G]Preston
Along with [D]thirteen silver dollars and my m[G]ind
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