The Life Of A Dollar Lyrics - No Rules - Rebecca Lynn Howard

From the pocket of an honest preacher 

To the empty hand of a homeless bum 

To the cash drawer at the liquor store 

Where he bought a pint of rum 

To the bank clerk who past me off 

To the single mom trying to pay the rent 

I can't even count all the times 

And all the ways I've been spent 

I close my eyes and hold my breath 

When the bad man steals me 

And ruins my name 

If I had my way I rather be 

Passed off in the offering plate 

I've been in the hands of a rich man 

In a shoebox under a farmer's bed 

Help post the bail of a stubborn boy 

Who could have walked but he fought instead 

I've been torn in half over some silly bet 

Taped back together and then they tossed me 

In the case of a beggin' Cajun fiddler player 

On Bourbon Street 

Some people call me George 

Some people worship the color green 

I don't really mind of course 

I just like the company 

'Cause I'm sure one day 

I'll be a thing of the past 

I'll be sitting folded up 

In some old woman's hope chest 

She'll be telling her grand kids 

How she used to spend me 

On a pack of gum, and jackerjacks 

A can of Coke and a quarter snack 

And she'll say "back then you could get so much for a dollar" 

And they'll say, "what's a dollar?" 

But for now I'm sitting in a piggybank 

Of an eight year old trying to buy a bike 

I'm proud to be a dollar twenty three 

On the way to thirty five 

She pours us out onto the carpet 

Counts us all then holds us tight 

Then she puts us back in one by one 

Blows a kiss then she says good night 

And there ain't tellin' where I'll end up next 

In a bra or a bible it's anybody's guess 

Maybe in a bottle just floatin' in the water 

Living the life of a dollar