All The Money's Gone - Greg Brown

That was a trip.

Wasn’t that a trip, my darlin

I love to see ya happy in the mountains

But who’s that knockin on the door now

How many pennies in that stack you’re countin

All the money’s gone.

All the money’s gone

Gut it out, pack it up and move on

All the money’s gone.

All the money’s gone

Do you know how much I love you

I’d like to buy ya the world’s largest bathtub

But I put my hand so deep in my pocket

I found some lint, some burnt matches and a couple of ticket stubs

But all the money’s gone.

All the money’s gone

Gut it out, pack it up and move on

All the money’s gone.

All the money’s

I’ve been walkin the streets

Where the shoes and the clothes and the haircuts, they holler and they holler

We Americans, we are so easily pleased

A jug of wine, a loaf of bread and fifty thousand dollars

But all the money’s gone.

All the money’s gone

Gut it out, pack it up and move on

All the money’s gone.

All the money’s

All the money’s gone.

All the money’s