Now That Your Dollar Bills Have Sprouted Wings - Jason Isbell

I had fourteen dollars in my inside pocket

And twenty-two more up my sleeve

There was cold hard cash lining up my jacket

But I did not have a dime when I did leave

When I got here I was carrying roses

When I had to go, I was only holding dirt

Well I walked in here wearing a tuxedo

But I left wearing an old t-shirt

They say it’s hard times, don’t I know it

I’m sleeping on a bed made of nails

Well I used to live way up in the penthouse

Now I can’t even get a room in the county jail

Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings

And I don’t think they’ll come around next spring

Just like birds of prey, they will take what’s yours and fly away

Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings

Well I came to town on a pile of diamonds

Now I’m leaving on a wheelbarrow of dust

With IOUs glued to my eyelids

Sitting here watching my safe rust

Watching all your coins roll down the gutter

And all your champagne going down the sink

Is there something that you’re trying to remember?

Or is that string around your finger a wedding ring?

Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings

And I don’t think they’ll come around next spring

Just like birds of prey, they will take what’s yours and fly away

Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings