Lyrics

Tens of Dollars
written by Kirk Lewis Green (© 2/2026)
green_kirk@yahoo.com (972) 523-6696 kirklewisgreen.com

Well I gave up hunting, and I never liked fishing, golf never was my sport
Thought I was good playing basketball, they kicked me off the court
I like to play that flat top guitar, maybe Nashville’s where I belong
Bet I could make me, tens of dollars, singing them bluegrass songs

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I’m watching my latest song, as up the chart it climbs
Checking my mailbox every day, for some shiny nickels and dimes
Gonna buy me a hat and a coat with fringe, and a big, long fancy car
I’ll drive it up to the Opry as a biggo bluegrass star

I don’t know, how to work a hammer, sledge, ball peen, or claw
Nearly lost two fingers one day, on a rusty old table saw
You put a paintbrush in my hand? Well that’s not a very good plan
I’ll have to use my voice, and these two hands, to be a music making man