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There ain't no dollars in this old pocket of mine Just some smokes and a quarter, a nickel and a dime With so little money, oh what good am I? So sayeth my father, I believe he's right So come with me my friends I see light at the other end In a time where we'll be home again Where the music's playing, oh that's where i'll call my home Classical or country, blues or rock and roll Baby if I'm playing won't you stop and say goodbye? Cause it didn't work the first time, that you can't deny So come with me my friends I see light at the other end In a time where we'll be home again There ain't no dollars in this old pocket of mine Just my smokes and a quarter, a nickel and a dime With so little money, oh what good am I? So sayeth my father, I believe he's right So sayeth my father, I believe he's right. From Letras Mania