27 DOLLARS

Music and lyrics by David Craig and Frank Smith

 

Well it's Monday morning, 'bout a quarter to eight

I'm burning bald rubber down the interstate

Shoulda clocked in at seven, hey I'm a little late

Who cares, that job was only second rate

My radar's a hummin', lookin' for a cop

'Cause I'm on a mission and I can't be stopped

 

A friend told me she was up in Arkansas

I never thought a spat would send her that far

I didn't even know she had a mind of her own

'Til I felt the heat through the telephone

And all I got to my defense

Is 27 dollars and very little sense

 

What makes a man do crazy things

When he's in love a little bell rings

It makes it hard to see the signs

It takes him out of his usual mind

 

I can kick myself for not stayin' home

I had a chicken leg and now I'm gnawin' the bone

I feel I'm really gettin' nowhere fast

My needle's on empty, how long can this last

And all I got to my defense

Is 27 dollars and very little sense

 

Yeah I can kick myself for not stayin' home

I had a chicken leg and now I'm gnawin' the bone

I feel I'm really gettin' nowhere fast

My needle's on empty, how long can this last

And all I got to my defense

Is 27 dollars and very little sense

 

What makes a man do crazy things

When he's in love a little bell rings

It makes it hard to see the signs

It takes him out of his usual mind

 

I can kick myself for not stayin' home

I had a chicken leg and now I'm gnawin' the bone

I feel I'm really gettin' nowhere fast

My needle's on empty, how long can this last

And all I got to my defense

Is 27 dollars and very little sense

Well I'm in Little Rock and wondering where she went

With 27 dollars and very little sense