GOT NO MONEY (N. Bottini) – 3:55

 

 

Cindy was a good girl, man she looked so damn cool
But she came up with jealous scenes when I spoke about June
June I still remember her while askin' me for help
She took my money and my braveness and burned my house away

Well, everytime this happened I tried to start again from scratch
I knew that new babes would come again to make my life a mess
But I'll try anyway to get the best out of that

I've got no money, only one smoke left
Yeah, but I don't give a damn

I thank God I've learned to sing and play guitar
So I can write a song for everytime that I'm torn down
I wrote a song for Lily, for Grace and for Deanne
And this had always been a good way not to feel regret

I kept on playin' around in every smokey, stinky bar
Tellin' stories I lived or simply come out of my heart
(Where people listen to every story that I have inside the heart)
I don't get many bucks but I can pretend being a star

I've got no money, only one smoke left
Yeah, but I don't give a damn

Then this little girl, she listened to my songs and laughed
And smiling asked how come I always falled with girls so strange
I stared at her while I thought back to what I said in my songs
And finally got straight that it was me having something wrong

I dropped down on my kneeslike I saw the light of the lord
Asked her to be mine but someone had arrived before
And though she went away, I felt she gave me something worth