A Dime And A Dollar - Guy Mitchell

With a whoop and a holler

And a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

Wherever I go I guess you know

I tip my hat to none

With a whoop and a holler

And a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

I'm just a rolling stone

I wander on my own

And always take my own advice

I've travelled every trail

And never been in jail

Couse I've deserved it once or twice

My horse has been my pal

But once I met a gal

And thought a kiss would be no crime

I darn near lost my life

She was the sheriff's wife

I just got out of town in time

With a whoop and a holler

And a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

Wherever I go I guess you know

I tip my hat to none

With a whoop and a holler

And a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

Now when I leave a town

And get to bedding down

I kinda wink up at the stars

Nobody knows my name

They only know I came

And drank my weight in all the bars

With a whoop and a holler

And a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

Wherever I go I guess you know

I tip my hat to none

With a whoop and a holler

And a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun