Fifteen Cents and a Dollar
Written by E. Riggins
Chord-chart by Lynn Lewis

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C / / / |F / G / | Fifteen cents is all I’ve got, a dollar's all I crave. F / C / |G / C / | Fifteen cents to buy me a drink and a dollar to dig my grave.

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I went down to visit my uncle the other day and he was showing me all around his house, and it was a big ol' house. And he took me down the hallway and slammed open a door and took me into a room and he said "This here is a bedroom". Well I could see it was a bedroom; had lots of different beds in it .... well three. And he pointed to one bed over there in the corner and said "That bed's worth a whole heap of money; goes back to Louis XIV". Well I said "We've got a bed in our house goes back to IKEA on the fifteenth.

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He said "you’ll have to excuse me right now 'cause I've got to go out and cut some stovewood, but you can carry on and have a look around. So I went on down the hallway and I found me a room at the back of the house, kinda shelved away, like maybe they didn't want me to find it or something, but I found it! Well in this room was the darnedest great big ol' horse watering trough you ever did see, all enamelled over, with a pipe at one end leading up to this thing on the wall, made of that white dish stuff, with a handle on top and you could turn this handle and get water out! Thing was no good though; had a hole in the bottom and all the water kept tricklin' away but I plugged it up with a corn cob and it worked just fine. But the thing I really come here to tell you about this evening, folks, was over there in the corner; 'bout a chair's height offa the floor, and that was the darnedest thing you ever did see for washing your feet! And you could jerk a lever and get clean water for the other foot too! And sitting on top there were these two lids. I say two lids but I lifted the top one and the bottom one was plum wore out, had a hole right through the middle of it! Well I took me them lids home and I used the top one for a bread board, and I framed my picture in the bottom one!

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A dollar to dig my grave.


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