"I'll Trade You Money For Wine" lyrics - ROBBIE FULKS

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 your towns from a long black Lincoln, boys
Back when copper was king
Ten years I'v stood on the same old corner boys
I never want for a thing

Pockets of change don't drive my worry down...

Wild were the nights when I was rolling
Boy no hunger unsatisfied
Feared was my name in Elko County, boys
Now they just walk on by
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
Well 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