Fun song. So the first verse is the same chords as the chorus, but every verse after 
is the same chords as described in the third verse.

Five Dollar Bill
Corb Lund

Capo 2

Chorus
  G
I wrote my nw song on a five dollar bill
                       D
But I won't be able to sing it until
      D
I get hot on the trail for to pick up the track
                                                G
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

             G                         B7
You see you couldn't buy liquor in the states back then
       C                           A
So we saddled up the ponies and we loaded up the gin
     D
Rode underneath the shadow of the grande Old Chief
            D                                   G
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

   G
I wrote mt new song on a five dollar bill
                        D
But I won't be able to sing it until
      D
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
                        G
and get my five bucks back

Enjoy