Fist Full Of Dollars

Intro: Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now that town sets in for a fight (no chord, turning page) Doo doo doo Frighten'd of the dice they roll Where the highway ends and the sand turns to gold The turnpike ends and turns to gold Hmmm Me and my baby- well I drew my money from the Central Trust And I hopped with my guitar on a greyhound bus Headin' down south money and guitar in my hand On a one way ticket to the promised land Out where they- baby, through the wood, run Down where the iron turn to rust And your weekend pa... Your week pay baby... And your weeks pay in a minute just turns to dust Me again baby I wouldn't leave Again 'till I believe That some gonna stand, man some gonna fall And some ain't gonna get to play the game at all Well they give you the worst and they take the best For a fist full of dollars and a little bit less Hey! Now! Na na na... Da da da... Well a-broke and busted I went down to the clock - on a clock And I took my guitar baby, put her in hock Hmmm Baby what's a poor boy gonna do? x2 A fist full of dollars and a little bit less Da da da...