Tail of a Quarter Told
By Russell A. Rice © 11/08/93
Born in Philadelphia, pressed fresh from the machine. I road in the pocket of a trucker down to New Orleans.
He spent me at a truck stop they are all the same and I left town late that night to play in a poker game.
Pass me round the table depending on the hand and when it all was over I left town with another man.
Roll, roll along another town another song
Where I go is were I’ve been. I’ll keep on rollin till the end.
Next stop was a pool hall up in Buffalo. I played a game of eight ball and that’s the way I go.
Down to the Apple, out into the streets, to the hand of a dealer to buy a little treat.
Some use me for pleasure and some use me for pain. Some are sound of mind while others are insane.
And I roll, I roll along another town another song
Where I go is were I’ve been. I’ll keep on rollin till the end.
I have bought more money and I have bought some time. I have bought some loving and I have bought some wine.
Well, I have been bought and yes I have been sold. I have been given and Lord I have been stole.
So if I land in your hand, listen young or old to the ever changing story, the tale of a quarter told.
