The Tortilla Flat sessions (1) I'll trade you money for wine !

Corn in the crib won't turn your dollar green

A dollar won't get you high

Some days a drop is all a body needs

Some days the bottle drains dry...

Pockets of change don't drive my worry down

Diamonds don't make me shine

It's a short life (and a long time underground)

I'll trade you money for wine !

I've seen this town from a long black Lincoln, boys

Back when copper was king

Ten years I stood on the same street corner, boys

I never want for a thing

Pockets of change don't drive my worry down

Diamonds don't make me shine

It's a short life (and a long time underground)

I'll trade you money for wine !

Wild were the nights when I was rolling, boys

No hunger unsatisfied

Feared was my name in Elko County, boys

Now they just walk on by

And the banker, he spares a quarter for my cup

His trouble's deeper than mine !

That way of life, boys, there ain't gold enough

I'll trade you money for wine !

See how the rain washes the sulfur dust

Off to the wide blue sea

Freed from the rock, the copper flies to where

No miner ever may see

Shallow your cares, in vain your industry !

So says the wide blue sea

I never burden God on your account

Don't waste your prayers on me !

I've seen a man of wealth and family

Scrimp till his hair's gone grey

Laid in the ground just like I'm gonna be

He might have drunk it away

Pockets of change don't drive my worry down

Diamonds don't make me shine,

It's a short life (and a long time underground)

I'll trade you money for wine !