GHOSTOWNE

Lyrics

Funny Money

I got those down payment blues & old worn out boots
And I’m just about losing my mind
‘Cos my baby done left me standin’ here lonely
Said she needs a wealthy guy
Now I got too much stress my job is payin’ less
And I just can’t pay all of my bills
So I went to the doctor he prescribed two bottles
Of Tequila dressed and chilled

Money, it ain’t so funny
And honey, I ain’t got much
Money, it ain’t so funny
Ain’t it funny how money can rip out your guts

I tried finding a job but all I got was snobbed
Because my tattoos were thin
Now I’m down at the pawnshop with my Gibson in hock
I can’t believe I’m here again
I step into the rain a tow-truck drive away
And now I walk these streets in shame
When I get to my door the keys don’t work no more
I laugh to myself and say…

Money, it ain’t so funny
And honey, I ain’t got much
Money, it ain’t so funny
Ain’t it funny how money can rip out your guts

Money, it ain’t so funny
And honey, I ain’t got much
Money, it ain’t so funny
Ain’t it funny how money can rip out your guts
It’s funny ‘til someone gets hurt
And money is hell on earth
It’s funny ‘til you’re down in the dirt
Ain’t it funny for what it’s all worth


Words & Music: Steven Wells
Drunk Mosquitoes BMI 2015
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Steven Wells: Vocals, Rhythm Guitars, Mandolin
Jordan Matthew Young: Lead Guitars
Sparky Tuttle: Upright Bass
Gordon Gardner: Drums, shaker, tambourine, castanets
Nathan Bishop: Hammond Organ/Leslie 147, Rhoads Piano
Neal Middleton: Harmony vocals