Counterfeit Blues

I’d rip my heart out for you
slap it down
meet me in the middle, baby
or somewhere thereabouts

‘Cause I got all of this money
and a mind to spread it ‘round

And by the time I get through with it
there gonna’ have to burn down this town

See I
grow the dough here
I do
make it shine
market’s crashing in a hailstorm of dimes

I got a pocket full of pieces
of my grand design

Gonna’ inundate the system
with these diamonds from my mine

Woooo-hoooo
I got the counterfeit blues
Woo-hoo-ooo-oo-o
I got the counterfeit blues

You say you love me
but I just gotta’ know
at a moment’s notice
could you bolt for Mexico?

Would you meet me in the morning
for that southbound train?

Slip your hand in my front pocket
and jingle with the change?

Woo-hoo
I got the counterfeit blues
Woo-hoo-ooo-oo-o
I got the counterfeit blues

And when they come to get me
I’ll be standing tall
my bladder chubby
with a sea of alcohol

And I will fall into the arms of the law
if it breaks your fall

And I’ll be free in fifty eons
if your lady deigns to date ex-cons

Woo-hoo
I got the counterfeit blues
Woo-hoo-ooo-oo-o
I got the counterfeit blues