Corb Lund - Counterfeiters' Blues Lyrics
and eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that jesus brokethis is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even winei'm smokin shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with limethis is not the truth you tell me, but some terrible, evil jokesounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throatThere seem to me an awful lot of charltans round hereand hustlers, cheats and anglers, fixers, sharps and mutineersthe factory and subterfuge and corporato cheatconspire to fast reduce us to the stamping of our feetthe lords of mass producto mass product at quite a paceit won't be long these counterfeit blues'll run the whole damn placeThese notes that you've been paying with are a little bit too greenthe printing's off, the ink has got a polyester sheenyour bill has grown too large and now you'll have to work it offand your snout will have to make its way from the far end of the troughyou got suckered into tryin to make your make your money overnightlooks to me like the counterfeit blues will be doggin you all of your lifeThe worn out western hat i got no longer smells like horseand i can't afford to keep one around now that rooster's gone, of coursei guess i've left it all behind me now except for when i writeand sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that lifeyes, years of rocka rolla have extracted quite a feemaybe them old counterfeit blues have been creepin up on me