Sittin' in the sun countin' my money,
Fanned by a Summer breeze;
Sweeter than honey
Is countin' my money,
Those green backs on the trees.
Comes a Summer shower, drops of rain falling,
Sweeter than Christmas chimes;
Hearing those jingles
upon the roof shingles,
Like them is nickels and dimes!
Though it's known
That all I own
Is not a large amount,
Fields of gold
That I behold
Are in my bank account!
Sittin' in the sun countin' my money,
Happy as I can be!
And to top it all,
When shadows fall,
I look to heaven and I see
There's a silver dollar in the sky,
Shining down on me!
Though it's known
That all I own
Is not a large amount,
Fields of gold
That I behold
Are in my bank account!
Sittin' in the sun countin' my money,
Happy as I can be!
And to top it all,
When shadows fall,
I look to heaven and I see
There's a silver dollar in the sky,
Shining down on me!

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