corn in the crib won t turn your dollar green a dollar won t get you high some days a drop is all a body needs some days the bottle drains dry pockets of change don t drive my worry down diamonds don t make me shine it s a short life and a long time underground i ll trade you money for wine i ve seen your towns from a long black lincoln boys back when copper was king ten years i ve stood on the same old corner boys i never want for a thing pockets of change don t drive my worry down diamonds don t make me shine it s a short life and a long time underground i ll trade you money for wine wild were the nights when i was rollin boys no hunger unsatisfied feared was my name in elko county boys now they just walk on by the banker he spares a quarter for my cup his trouble s deeper than mine that way of life boys there ain t gold enough i ll trade you money for wine see how the rain washes the sulfur dust off to the wide blue sea freed from the rock the copper flies to where no miner ever may see shallow your cares in vain your industry so says the wide blue sea i never burden god on your account dont waste your prayers on me i ve seen a man of wealth and family scrimp til his hair s gone gray laid in the ground just like i m gonna be he might have drunk it away pockets of change don t drive my worry down diamonds don t make me shine it s a short life and a long time underground i ll trade you money for wine