Your Cash Ain't Nothin' But Trash Lyrics
| Song | Your Cash Ain't Nothin' But Trash |
| Artist | Steve Miller Band |
| Album | The Joker |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Calhoun, Calhoun | |
| Spoken：your cash ain't nothing but trash (take 1). here we go. yeah, you may have heart about the gangster of love and the space cowboy, but i'm gonna whip a cat on you right now who's had more | |
| Ble, trials and tribulations. | |
| One, two, three, hey | |
| Yeah | |
| It's alright | |
| Look here | |
| I was walking down the main track | |
| One night | |
| I met a fine chick | |
| She was built just right | |
| She stopped when i flashed my roll | |
| I told her she could have all of my dough | |
| She turned around and with a frown | |
| She said this ain't no circus | |
| And i don't need a clown | |
| Your cash ain't nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain't nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain't nothin' but trash | |
| And there ain't no need in your hangin' around | |
| Just to make a hit with that chick | |
| I tried to get a cadillac right quick | |
| The man at the place he looked so strange | |
| I had 900 bucks and some change | |
| We disagreed | |
| I tried to plead | |
| Well, he said i ain't a chicken | |
| And i don't need your feed | |
| Your cash ain't nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain't nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain't nothin' but trash | |
| Well, baby you're crawling way past your speed | |
| I was walkin' into town in my white bucks | |
| A man with a gun, he said hands up | |
| I tried to get away but too slow | |
| He got me and took all of my dough | |
| I heard him shout | |
| As he cut out | |
| Well you ain't lost nothin' | |
| What you cryin' about | |
| Your cash ain't nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain't nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain't nothin' but trash | |
| And he took my watch and i passed out | |
| I woke up in the arms of a big cop | |
| Police station | |
| Next stop | |
| Judge swung his fist down | |
| Plunk plunk | |
| $20 fine cause you're drunk | |
| Pick up the dough | |
| And you can go | |
| All i had was a buffalo | |
| Your cash ain't nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain't nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain't nothin' but trash | |
| But i'm sure gonna get me some more |
| zuo qu : Calhoun, Calhoun | |
| Spoken: your cash ain' t nothing but trash take 1. here we go. yeah, you may have heart about the gangster of love and the space cowboy, but i' m gonna whip a cat on you right now who' s had more | |
| Ble, trials and tribulations. | |
| One, two, three, hey | |
| Yeah | |
| It' s alright | |
| Look here | |
| I was walking down the main track | |
| One night | |
| I met a fine chick | |
| She was built just right | |
| She stopped when i flashed my roll | |
| I told her she could have all of my dough | |
| She turned around and with a frown | |
| She said this ain' t no circus | |
| And i don' t need a clown | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| And there ain' t no need in your hangin' around | |
| Just to make a hit with that chick | |
| I tried to get a cadillac right quick | |
| The man at the place he looked so strange | |
| I had 900 bucks and some change | |
| We disagreed | |
| I tried to plead | |
| Well, he said i ain' t a chicken | |
| And i don' t need your feed | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Well, baby you' re crawling way past your speed | |
| I was walkin' into town in my white bucks | |
| A man with a gun, he said hands up | |
| I tried to get away but too slow | |
| He got me and took all of my dough | |
| I heard him shout | |
| As he cut out | |
| Well you ain' t lost nothin' | |
| What you cryin' about | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| And he took my watch and i passed out | |
| I woke up in the arms of a big cop | |
| Police station | |
| Next stop | |
| Judge swung his fist down | |
| Plunk plunk | |
| 20 fine cause you' re drunk | |
| Pick up the dough | |
| And you can go | |
| All i had was a buffalo | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| But i' m sure gonna get me some more |
| zuò qǔ : Calhoun, Calhoun | |
| Spoken: your cash ain' t nothing but trash take 1. here we go. yeah, you may have heart about the gangster of love and the space cowboy, but i' m gonna whip a cat on you right now who' s had more | |
| Ble, trials and tribulations. | |
| One, two, three, hey | |
| Yeah | |
| It' s alright | |
| Look here | |
| I was walking down the main track | |
| One night | |
| I met a fine chick | |
| She was built just right | |
| She stopped when i flashed my roll | |
| I told her she could have all of my dough | |
| She turned around and with a frown | |
| She said this ain' t no circus | |
| And i don' t need a clown | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| And there ain' t no need in your hangin' around | |
| Just to make a hit with that chick | |
| I tried to get a cadillac right quick | |
| The man at the place he looked so strange | |
| I had 900 bucks and some change | |
| We disagreed | |
| I tried to plead | |
| Well, he said i ain' t a chicken | |
| And i don' t need your feed | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Well, baby you' re crawling way past your speed | |
| I was walkin' into town in my white bucks | |
| A man with a gun, he said hands up | |
| I tried to get away but too slow | |
| He got me and took all of my dough | |
| I heard him shout | |
| As he cut out | |
| Well you ain' t lost nothin' | |
| What you cryin' about | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| And he took my watch and i passed out | |
| I woke up in the arms of a big cop | |
| Police station | |
| Next stop | |
| Judge swung his fist down | |
| Plunk plunk | |
| 20 fine cause you' re drunk | |
| Pick up the dough | |
| And you can go | |
| All i had was a buffalo | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| Your cash ain' t nothin' but trash | |
| But i' m sure gonna get me some more |
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