Track Title:               Your Cash Ain't Nothing But Trash
Album Title:               Four Chords and Several Years Ago
Prime Artist:              Huey Lewis & The News

Producer:                  Stewart Levine
Written by:                Jesse Stone    (aka Charles Calhoun)
Lyrics:
(C. Calhoun)

                        Walking down the main drag one night
                        I met a fine chick that looked- just right
                        she stopped in and I flashed my roll
                        I told her she could have all of my dough
                        she turned around, and with a fround
                        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
                         so there ain't no need in your hangin' around

                        Just to make the hit with that chick
                        I tried to get a cadillac right quick
                        the man at the place looked so strange
                        I had nine hundred bucks and some change
                        we disagreed, I tried to pleed
                        He said I ain't no 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
                        then brother you're crawling we passed your speed

                        I'm walking and countin my bucks
                        the man with the gun said hands up
                        I tried to get away but I was too slow
                        he caught me and took all of my dough
                        I heard him shout, as he cut out
                        "you really lost nothing what you're 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

                        I woke in the arms of a big cop
                        police station next stop
                        the judge swung his fist down plunk plunk
                        twenty dollar fine 'cause you're drunk
                        dig up the dough, and you can go
                        and 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 I sure better get me some more


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