Letras:Jim Croce. Greenback Dollar.

Some people say I'm a no count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think should

When I was a little baby my mama said
"Hey son travel where you will and grow to be a man
But sing what must be sung", poor boy
Sing what must be sung

And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar
I spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Now that I'm a grown man
I've traveled here and there
I found that a jug of brandy and a song
Are the only ones who care, poor boy
The only ones who care