Cigarette Money

I scoured through my beat up car 

To put heads of pennies in a jar 

All I need is gas, the clothes on my back, and money….

Cigarette money 

You see I smoked my very last pack 

While walking to your house and back 

Nerves are shot and my throat is dry 

And I’m saving up to buy some more.

You seen them half smoked on the ground

I see an ounce of gold lying around 

My teeth are stained and so is my soul 

But they taste so good you know 

Cigarette money 

I went by your house and cried 

From my broken heart inside 

I can’t understand why you’re with him but at least I have my Marlboro Reds.