Indian Head Penny Lyrics by Billy Dean
Album : Men'll Be Boys [Liberty]
Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
(Guy Clark/Verlon Thompson)

I rolled off the Frisco mint in 1909
The last one they ever made, you should've seen me shine
When I landed on the counter they gave me to a kid
Making change for a jaw breaker was the first thing that I did

I got traded for a pocket knife, two marbles and some string
Wound up on a railroad track waiting for a train
Snatched up by a hobo and turned right into wine
Pitched up against the wall at least a thousand times

Round and round a penny goes
Round and back again
Listen and I'll tell you
The places that I've been

I was stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy Floyd and then
He gave me to a farmer who was trying to save his land
I was good luck to a soldier back in WWII
He lost me in a poker game the day the war was through

I got stuck behind the back seat of a '51 Chevrolet
Spare change in the sixties, getting worthless every day
Not it's piggy banks and gum machines
And occasional wishing wells
Or laying on a bar room floor

As far and wide
So both of us can dare
A promise I will love and bide
That's all I have to share

A chance to sail among the stars
That few will ever see
To feel the deepest missing you
That most think cannot be
A heart that beats for only one
and loves you fast and true
A promise I will love and bide
That's all I have for you
These things I have to give to you
Their value isn't much
Just things that you can barely see
And rearely ever touch

A hand to hold when we're alone
And no one seems to care
A gentle touch to reassure
And tell you I'm still there
To try my best to reminisce
Our dreams that all come true
A promise I will love and bide
That's all I have for you
My promise I will love and bide
This I give to you...
(Guy Clark/Verlon Thompson)      I rolled off the Frisco mint in 1909   The last one they ever made, you should've seen me shine   When I landed on the counter they gave me to a kid   Making change for a jaw breaker was the first thing that I did      I got traded for a pocket knife, two marbles and some string   Wound up on a railroad track waiting for a train   Snatched up by a hobo and turned right into wine   Pitched up against the wall at least a thousand times      Round and round a penny goes   Round and back again   Listen and I'll tell you   The places that I've been      I was stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy Floyd and then   He gave me to a farmer who was trying to save his land   I was good luck to a soldier back in WWII   He lost me in a poker game the day the war was through      I got stuck behind the back seat of a '51 Chevrolet   Spare change in the sixties, getting worthless every day   Not it's piggy banks and gum machines    And occasional wishing wells   Or laying on a bar room floor      As far and wide   So both of us can dare   A promise I will love and bide   That's all I have to share      A chance to sail among the stars   That few will ever see   To feel the deepest missing you   That most think cannot be   A heart that beats for only one   and loves you fast and true   A promise I will love and bide   That's all I have for you   These things I have to give to you   Their value isn't much   Just things that you can barely see   And rearely ever touch      A hand to hold when we're alone   And no one seems to care   A gentle touch to reassure   And tell you I'm still there   To try my best to reminisce   Our dreams that all come true   A promise I will love and bide   That's all I have for you   My promise I will love and bide   This I give to you...