Wooden Nickels Songtext / Lyric

Went down by the old courthouse

Stumbling through the streets

Had to get out of the house

Had to use my feet



And you may not think much of me now

But I think so damn much of you



Don't take any wooden nickels

When you sell your soul

A devil of a time awaits you

When the party's over

You're on your own






Trash truck coming up the road

Picking up the trash

Riding to a better place

Hoping we don't crash



Thinking how things have turned out

I never would've guessed it

This way



Don't take any wooden nickels

When you sell your soul

A devil of a time awaits you

When the party's over

You're on your own



And you may not think much of me now

But I think so damn much of you



Don't take any wooden nickels

When you sell your soul

A devil of a time awaits you

Now the party is over

I'm on my own