Bluegrass Dollars (S Lawson/S Majors) Well it's hard to make any sense outta bluegrass dollars 'Cause you're living in a tin roof shack way back in the holler Started loading up my car for a gig but I said, "Why bother?" 'Cause it's hard to make any sense outta bluegrass dollars I shoulda' listened to my dear old dad and my sweet old mother Got a good paying straight Christian job just like my brother Wear a nice clean pair of slacks and a starched white collar But I'm sitting here trying to make sense outta bluegrass dollars It's a left handed crooked life for a fellow to foller It's a big bitter banjo pill that I'm tryin' to swaller Playin' dusty old shows way down in a country holler Lord it's hard to make any sense outta bluegrass dollars If I had any pride left at all I'd walk a little taller Should've known footsteps of Bill Monroe weren't nothing to foller Now my gal wants a brand new car and I'm trying to stall her 'Cause it's hard to make any sense outta bluegrass dollars Lord it's hard to make any sense outta bluegrass dollars