Capo 2 Chorus G5 I wrote my nw song on a five dollar bill D5 But I won't be able to sing it until D5 I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track G5 Of the dirty little thief and get my five bucks back I first got the five dollars from a montana man when he come across the line with a pistol in his hand He said "Gimme all your money" but i got to his first And I took his colts to and the whole first verse G5 B5 You see you couldn't buy liquor in the states back then C5 A5 So we saddled up the ponies and we loaded up the gin D5 Rode underneath the shadow of the grande Old Chief D5 G5 To get some Northern Rocky Mountain kind of tax relief You couldn't count on the cattle when the market got down And the veterinary bills to the doctor in town Both kids needed shoes and they had to get fed And the big old bank lien was over my head Chorus They wouldn't stop talking about Canadian Rye Bouquet and palate and its crisp and its dry In a seagrams bottle tasted mighty top shelf I said "Well thank you very much sir I cooked it myself" Of course that didn't wash with the boys down south Judgin by the stream of colour comin outta their mouth Though I cant figure why cause from where I stood I got em just as damn drunk as any store bought could Chorus Solo Well he came stormin' cross the border with six or eight guys Some damn fool saw fit to deputize But there weren't no sherrif nor a marshall in sight I guys the lawman was up drinkin whiskey all night He said "gimme all your money" but I got to his first And I took his colts to and the whole third verse But he picked my back pocket worked the five bucks loose I had tucked in behind a can of copenhagen snoose G5 I wrote mt new song on a five dollar bill D5 But I won't be able to sing it until D5 I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track Of the dirty dealin' son of a gunnin' song stealin' chicken eatin' thief G5 and get my five bucks back Enjoy