Fifteen Cents and a Dollar
Written by E. Riggins



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Fifteen cents is all I’ve got, a dollar's all I crave.
Fifteen cents to buy me a drink and a dollar to dig my grave.

1.

I went down to visit my uncle the other day and he was showing me
all around his house, and it was a big ol' house.
And he took me down the hallway and slammed open a door
and took me into a room and he said "This here is a bedroom".
Well I could see it was a bedroom; had lots of different beds in it.
And he pointed to one bed over there in the corner and said
"That bed's worth a whole heap of money; goes back to Louis XIV".
Well I said "We've got a bed in our house goes back to IKEA on the fifteenth.

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He said "you’ll have to excuse me right now 'cause I've got to go out and
cut some stovewood, but you can carry on and have a look around.
So I went on down the hallway and I found me a room at the back of the
house, kinda shelved away, like maybe they didn't want me to find it or
something, but I found it!

Well in this room was the darnedest great big ol' horse watering trough
you ever did see, all enamelled over, with a pipe at one end leading up to
this thing on the wall, made of that white dish stuff, with a handle on top
and you could turn this handle and get water out!
Thing was no good though; had a hole in the bottom and all the water kept
tricklin' away but I plugged it up with a corn cob and it worked just fine.

But the thing I really come here to tell you about this evening, folks,
was over there in the corner; 'bout a chair's height offa the floor,
and that was the darnedest thing you ever did see for washing your feet!
And you could jerk a lever and get clean water for the other foot too!

And sitting on top there were these two lids.
I say two lids but I lifted the top one and the bottom one was plum wore out,
had a hole right through the middle of it!
Well I took me them lids home and I used the top one for a bread board,
and I framed my picture in the bottom one!

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A dollar to dig my grave.


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