A Dime and A Dollar - Original - 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 rollin' stone, I wander on my own

And always take my own advice

I’ve travelled every trail, and never been in jail

'Cos 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

(Short Musical Break)

Now when I leave a town and get to beddin' 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