Bad Checks                                                    © L. Dunn ‘96

                        Verse               Don’t know where my last dollar’s comin’ from

                                                Got no job, still I keep on lookin’      

                                                Love I’ve lost, my heart’s been broke

                                                What’s worse, I miss cold cash the most

                        Chorus             They say crime doesn’t pay, but I’m so broke I could steal

                                                Print up my own tens and twenties; write bad checks to pay the bills

                        Verse               I’ve been standin’ and standin’ in the unemployment line

                                                I’d take a graveyard shift, why I’d work anytime

                                                This situation I would rather forget

                                                So many bills and no money left

                        Chorus             They say crime doesn’t pay, but I’m so broke I could steal

                                                Print up my own tens and twenties; write bad checks to pay the bills

                                                Solo

                        Verse               All these politicians on the take

                                                Looks like the rule’s been made to break

                                                With these kick backs and dirty deals goin’ down

                                                I’d like to be the crook that’s runnin’ this town

                        Chorus             They say crime doesn’t pay, but I’m so broke I could steal

                                                Print up my own tens and twenties; write bad checks to pay the bills

                                                Solo

                        Verse               Don’t know where my next dollar’s comin’ from

                                                Got no job, still I keep on lookin’

                                                Love I’ve lost, my heart’s been broke

                                                What’s worse, I miss cold cash the most

                        Chorus             They say crime doesn’t pay, but I’m so broke I could steal

                                                Print up my own tens and twenties; write bad checks to pay the bills

                                                Print up my own tens and twenties; write bad checks to pay the bills

                                                Print up my own tens and twenties; write bad checks to pay the bills