Guy Clark - Indian Head Penny Lyrics
I rolled off the San Francisco mint in 1909The last one they ever made, you should've seen me shineWhen I landed on the counter they gave me to a kidMaking change for a jaw breaker was the first thing that I didI got traded for a pocket knife, two marbles and some stringWound up on a railroad track waiting for a trainSnatched up by a hobo and turned right into winePitched up against the wall at least a thousand timesChorus'Round and 'round a penny goes'Round and back againListen and I'll tell youThe places that I've beenI got stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy Floyd and thenHe gave me to a farmer who was trying to save his landI was good luck to a soldier back in W.W.IIHe lost me in a poker game the day the war was throughI got stuck behind the back seat of a '51 ChevroletSpare change in the sixties, getting worth less every dayNow it's piggy banks and gum machines and occasional wishing wellsOr laying on a barroom floor, Indian heads or tailsChorusI'm a pretty lucky penny, Lord it happens every timeJust when I start feeling lost and left behindSome kid will pick me up and wonder where I've beenPut me in his pocket, and here I go againChorus
