Karaoké Thirteen Silver Dollars Colter Wall

It was a cold and cruel evenin' sneaking up on Speedy Creek

I found myself sleepin' in the snow

For one or two odd reasons

I ain't too proud to repeat for now we'll say

I had no place to go

It was a rustle and a hummin' just a haulin' down the street

I drew myself up from my icy bed

Painted on that shiny car the letters R, C, M and P

I could feel a little achin' in my head

And then out jumps this ol' boy about twice the size of me he asked me for my name and where I dwelt

I just looked him in the eye and sang blue yodel number nine he didn't catch the reference

I could tell

And then the old familiar click and the handcuffs bindin' grip

He should have left me in the snow where I lay he just laughed and touched his gun

And turnin' to me he said son

I bet you don't own a damn thing to your name

Well, I got my health my John B. Stetson got a bottle full of Baby's Blue Bird wine

And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston along with 13 silver dollars and my mind

Well, I got my health my John B. Stetson got me a bottle full of Baby's Blue Bird wine

And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston along with 13 silver dollars and my mind