Colter Wall - Thirteen silver dollars

^GIt was a cold and cruel evening Sneaking u^Cp on Speedy Cre^Gek Found myself a^Dsleepin' in the s^Gnow

I ain't too proud to r^Cepeat For^A now we'll say I had no place to ^Dgo ^GThere was a rustle and a humming Just h^Cauling down the st^Greet I drew myself up^D from my icy bed ^GPainted on that shiny car the letters '^CRCM and P^G' ^GI can feel a little ac^Dhing in my head

^GAnd then out jumps this old boy About ^Ctwice the size of ^Gme He asked me for my^D name and where I ^Gdwelt

And sang 'Blue ^CYodel Number ^G9' ^AHe didn't catch the reference, I could te^Dll

^GThen the old, familiar click and the h^Candcuffs bind and ^Ggrip Should have left me in the ^Csnow, where I l^Gaid

^GHe just laughed and touched his gun And turned ^Cto me and said ^GSon, I bet you don't own a ^Ddamn thing ^GTo your name

Well, I got my ^Chealth My John B Ste^Gtson Got a ^Dbottle full of baby's bluebird ^Gwine And I left my ^Cstash Somewhere down in ^GPreston Along with ^Dthirteen silver dollars and my m^Gind

Well, I got my ^Chealth My John B Ste^Gtson Got a ^Dbottle full of baby's bluebird ^Gwine And I left my ^Cstash Somewhere down in ^GPreston Along with ^Dthirteen silver dollars and my m^Gind