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 That was a trip. Wasn't that a trip, my darlin'I love to see ya happy in the mountains
 But who's that knockin' on the door now
 How many pennies in that stack you're countin'
 All the money's gone. All the money's gone
 Gut it out, pack it up and move on
 All the money's gone. All the money's gone
 Do you know how much I love you
 I'd like to buy ya the world's largest bathtub
 But I put my hand so deep in my pocket
 I found some lint, some burnt matches and a couple of ticket stubs
 But all the money's gone. All the money's gone
 Gut it out, pack it up and move on
 All the money's gone. All the money's
 I've been walkin' the streets
 Where the shoes and the clothes and the haircuts, they holler and they holler
 We Americans, we are so easily pleased
 A jug of wine, a loaf of bread and fifty thousand dollars
 But all the money's gone. All the money's gone
 Gut it out, pack it up and move on
 All the money's gone. All the money's
 All the money's gone. All the money's
 
 
		
		
	
 
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