Wm. Pollock's Pianobook


Joe Money

Summertime, it came and went
All I did was pay the rent
I guess that's something
Less than nothing

Dixieland just rolled through town
Man, you know I don't like that sound
Wish there was a Spaniard around
To show me how its done

(And) please, please mister
A bottle if you would
Cause no advice 
Is twice as nice
When the bourbon tastes good

To the backroads and the alleys
On two wheels I crawl
Looking for the part of town
With anything at all

But the bands they're jumpin
Must be in the air
The hot and hazy, down and lazy 
Devil is in his lair