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