The Four Thousand Dollar Days Songtext
von Turner Cody

Our four thousand dollar days are over
And we′re back fishing dimes from the jar
We say goodbye to buying wine and roses
And goodbye to throwing dough on the bar
One of us picks up a clover
And the other one patiently prays
For skies that are blue and the return anew
Of the four thousand dollar days.


Once I had four thousand reasons
For thanking the good Lord above
But my fortunes changed with the seasons
And now misery fits like a glove
There's a leafless tree in the meadow
And a ditch where a Model T lays
And I′m crying because it ain't like it was
In the four thousand dollar days

Our four thousand dollar days are over
And we're back wishing upon a star
One of us stands in the shoulder
While the other one heats up the car
Lately the air has grown colder
And the skies are all ashes and grays
And we are the ones with the memories of suns
Of the four thousand dollar days

We are the ones with the memories of suns
Of the four thousand dollar days