Cash Is King

Didn’t want arrows or cap guns in a holster Didn’t want Uncle Sam or Superman posters I played a rubber band, shoebox guitar

Mama made me famous on a VCR

My old man was winning hands of Texas Hold ‘Em

He always found a way to make a few bucks and blow em

But, damn, Billy Graham could make the devil a believer

Through that pair of those Panasonic speakers

On the edge of broke, but we never felt poor

We were always a couple days late

And a few dollars short

But growing up we had enough cause the radio was free

Dylan was a prophet

And Cash was king

I was burning hot, fifty kilowatt WSM red

Goodbye lady Di I cried when they said Cobain was dead

I walked the line, rode the pine, Kate was my first kiss

It was good til it was gone another swing and miss

Got a refund on a prom suit and pink corsage

Worked all summer on that fixer upper old dodge

Lotta White Castle flip the tassel on the gown

They told me the world was flat

I’d show em it was round

On the edge of broke but we never felt poor

We were always a couple days late and a few dollars short

But growing up we had enough cause the radio was free

Miller was a joker

And Cash was king

Scratched up vinyl, tent revival, praise the Lord

Big hat no cattle, beer cans rattle, flat bed Ford

We were on the edge of broke but we never felt poor

Always a couple days late and a few dollars short

But growing up we had enough cause the radio was free

Dolly’s still the queen

And Cash is still king