Sittin' in the sun counting my money fanned by my summer-breeze Sweeter than the honey is counting my money Those greenbacks on the trees Comes the summer shower drops of rain falling Sweeter than the christ-mass chimes And here on those jungles upon the roof shingles Like pennies, nickles and dimes Though it is knows that what I own is not a lot to move fills of gold that I behold are in my bank-account, I'm sitting in the sun counting my money happy as can be and to top it all when shadows fall I look to heaven and I see there's a silver dollar in the sky shining down on me Can you wonder why I'm in sittin' in the sun counting my money happy as can be and to top it all when shadows fall I look to heaven and I see there's a silver dollar in the sky shining down on me
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