If I had a nickel for every time I thought of you
I’d have my pockets full of change
A worn-out brain
And that’s the gospel truth
And if I had a dime
For every time you crossed my mind
I wouldn’t have to hock, anything I got
I could buy myself a bottle of wine
But that wouldn’t help, me to forget
I’m afraid the only cure this time
And if I had a dollar
For every time I holler your name
I’d bet you two bits, I’d be so rich
They’d put my picture in the Hall of Fame
And if I had a dollar
For every time I holler your name
I’d bet you two bits, I’d be so rich
They’d put my picture in the Hall of Fame

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