![Luister naar 'Your Cash Ain't Nothin' but Trash (Early Version) [Studio Jam, July 5, 1973]' van Steve Miller Band](/mkimage/image/thumb/Music126/v4/24/41/b9/2441b9d4-5c18-81a0-7503-28c7ebc0dce2/23UMGIM80545.rgb.jpg/1275x1275bb-60.webp "Luister naar 'Your Cash Ain't Nothin' but Trash (Early Version) [Studio Jam, July 5, 1973]' van Steve Miller Band")
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steve Miller Band
Performer
Steve Miller
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Calhoun
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Miller
Producer
Kent Hertz
Mastering Engineer
Songteksten
One, two, three, four
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
How you doin', Jones? Yeah
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Walking down the main track one night
I met a fine chick, she was built just right
She stopped when I flashed my roll
Told her she could have all of my dough
She turned around, and with a frown
She said, "This ain't no circus
And I don't need a clown"
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
There ain't no need in your hanging around
Just to make a hit with this chick
I tried to get a Cadillac right quick
The man at the place he looked so strange
I had 900 bucks and some change
We disagreed, I tried to plead
He said, "I ain't a chicken
And I don't need your feed"
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
And there ain't no need in your hanging around
Oh yeah, just keep on rolling now, don't do no fade
Yeah, mmm, hey hey, just keep on rolling, keep on rolling
Walking into town in my bucks
A man with a gun, he said, "Hands up"
I tried to get away, body was too slow
He got me and took all of my dough
I heard him shout, as he cut out
"You ain't lost nothing
What you crying about?"
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
And he took my watch and I passed out
Woke up in the arms of a big cop
Police station, next stop
Judge swung his fist down, plunk plunk
$20 fine 'cause you're drunk
Pick up the dough, and you can go
All I had was a buffalo
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
But sure gonna get me some more
Okay, let's, let's take a break
Written by: Charles Calhoun
