Текст John Conlee – Indian Head Penny

I rolled off the Frisco mint in 1909
The last one they ever made
You shoulda seen me shine
When I landed on the counter they gave me to a kid

And I got traded for a pocket knife, two marbles and some string
Wound up on the railroad track waiting for a train
I got 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 got stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy Floyd and then
They gave me to a farmer who was tryin’ to save his land
And I was good luck to a soldier back in world war two
But he lost me in a poker game the day the war was through

I got stuck behind the back seat of a ’51 Chevrolet
I was spare change in the sixties getting worthless every day
Not it’s piggy banks and gum machines, an occasional wishing well
Or just laying on a bar room floor, Indian heads or tails

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

Oh, but I’m a pretty lucky penny, you know it happens every time
Just when I start feeling lost and left behind
Some kid’ll pick me up and wonder where I’ve been
And put me in his pocket and here I go again

Round and round a penny goes

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