Thirteen Silver Dollars Lyrics With Guitar Chords

Thirteen Silver Dollars is one of the most popular songs of the time. Thirteen Silver Dollars lyrics written by Colter Bradley Wall. This song has sung by Colter Wall

SingerColter Wall
AlbumColter Wall
Released2017
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Thirteen Silver Dollars Lyrics

It was a cold and cruel evenin’ sneaking up on Speedy Creek
I found myself sleepin’ in the snow
For one or two odd reasons I ain’t too proud to repeat
For now we’ll say I had no place to go

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It was a rustle and a hummin’
Just a haulin’ down the street
I drew myself up from my icy bed
Painted on that shiny car
The letters R, C, M and P
I could feel a little achin’ in my head

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And then out jumps this ol’ boy about twice the size of me
He asked me for my name and where I dwelt
I just looked him in the eye and sang “Blue yodel number nine”
He didn’t catch the reference I could tell

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And then the old familiar click
And the handcuffs bindin’ grip
He should have left me in the snow where I lay
He just laughed and touched his gun
And turnin’ to me he said
“Son, I bet you don’t own a damn thing to your name”

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Well, I got my health, my John B. Stetson
Got a bottle full of Baby’s Blue Bird wine
And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston
Along with 13 silver dollars and my mind

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Well, I got my health, my John B. Stetson
Got me a bottle full of Baby’s Blue Bird wine
And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston
Along with 13 silver dollars and my mind

It was a cold and cruel evening

Sneaking u p on Speedy Creek

Found myse lf asleepin’ in the snow
For one or two odd reasons

I ain’t too proud to repeat

For now we’ll say I had no place to go

There was a rustle and a humming

Just hauling down the street

I drew my self up from my icy bed

Painted on that shiny car t he lette rs ‘RCM and P’

I can feel a little aching i n my head

And then out jumps this old boy

About twice the size of me

He asked me for my name and where I dwelt
I just looked him in the eye

And sang ‘Blue Yodel Number 9’

He didn’t catch the referen ce, I could tell

Then the old, familiar click

and the hand cuffs bind and grip

Should hav e left me in the snow, where I laid

He just laughed and touched his gun

And turned to me and said

Son, I bet you don ‘t own a damn thing

To your name

Well, I got my health

My John B Stetson

Got a bottle full of ba by’s bluebird wine

And I left my stash

Somewhere down in Preston

Along with thirteen si lver dollars and my mind

Well, I got my health

My John B Stetson

Got a bottle full of ba by’s bluebird wine

And I left my stash

Somewhere down in Preston

Along with thirteen s ilver dollars and my mind

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