Paper In My Wallet

I headed for the highway, stopped to get some gas

He asked me for a credit card, I handed him my cash

He counted it and nodded, said "Son, you look the desperate man."

He said, "How far you going?" I said, "Far as I can."

 

It's just paper in my wallet, just metal in my jeans

Unless you've walked in my shoes, you won't know what I mean

I filled my rearview mirror with bets that I refused

But I'd put money on forgetting you

 

Somewhere in the desert, I found the perfect bar

He poured one without asking like he carried the same scar

He looked down at my money, and what we agreed upon

He'd take it when he needed to - and tell me when it's gone

 

It's just paper in my wallet, just metal in my jeans

Unless you've walked in my shoes, you won't know what I mean

I must have lost a fortune on bad advice, it's true

But I'd put money on forgetting you

 

She was sitting in the corner, a diamond without flaws

I bought her one for smiling, and another - just because

She said she had a place nearby, about a mile or two

She was trying to finish college, and I'll bet she makes it, too

 

It's just paper in my wallet, just metal in my jeans

Unless you've walked in my shoes, you won't know what I mean

I burned holes in my pockets with things that I can't use

But I'd put money on forgetting you

Ray Lambiase  vocal, acoustic guitar, piano

Kate Corrigan  vocal

Kenny Kosek  fiddle

John Widgren  pedal steel

Jack Gabis  acoustic lead guitar

Jim Uhl  bass

Cliff Hackford  drums

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