A dime and a dollar    (video)

 

    A - D - E - A

 

                 A                                   D             

With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar,

          A                     E

I’m a lucky son of a gun,

        A             D                              E                    A

wherever I go, I guess you know, I tip my hat to none.

                A                                   D

With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar,

          E                     A

I’m a lucky son of a gun.

 

(orig. moves up half a note to capo 2nd here)      

 

+ A - D - E - A

 

    A                                      - B7

1.     I’m just a rollin’ stone,            I wander on my own,

E                                               A        - E

    and always take my own advice.

A                                        - B7

    I’ve travelled every trail,           and never been in jail,

E                                                       A

    ‘course I’ve deserved it once or twice.

 

(orig. moves up half a note to capo 3rd here)

 

    A                                              - B7

2.     My horse has been my pal,          but once I met a gal,

E                                                       A        - E

    and thought a kiss would be no crime.

A                                      - B7

    I darn near lost my life,         she was the sheriff’s wife,

E                                        A

    I just got out of town in time.

 

+ CHORUS

 

(orig. moves up half a note to capo 4th here)      

 

+ A - D - A - E        A - D - E - A

 

 

 

 

 

 

    A                                              - B7

3.       Now when I leave a town             and get to beddin’ down,

E                                       A        - E

    I kinda wink up at the stars.

A                                            - B7

    Nobody knows my name,           they only know I came,

E                                        A

    and drank my weight in all the bars.

 

                 A                                   D              

With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar,

          A                     E

I’m a lucky son of a gun,

        A             D                              E                    A

wherever I go, I guess you know, I tip my hat to none.

                A                                   D

With a whoop and a holler and a dime and a dollar,

          E       E7          A

I’m a lucky son of a gun.

 

(orig. = capo 1st)    (Guy Mitchell)