Your Cash Ain’t Nothin’ But Trash (Early Version) (Studio Jam, July 5, 1973)

[Intro]
One, two, three, four
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
How you doin', Jones? Yeah
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

[Verse 1]
Walking down the main track one night
I met a fine chick, she was built just right
She stopped when I flashed my roll
Told her she could have all of my dough
She turned around, and with a frown
She said, "This ain't no circus
And I don't need a clown"

[Chorus]
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
There ain't no need in your hanging around

[Verse 2]
Just to make a hit with this chick
I tried to get a Cadillac right quick
The man at the place he looked so strange
I had 900 bucks and some change
We disagreed, I tried to plead
He said, "I ain't a chicken
And I don't need your feed"

[Chorus]
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
And there ain't no need in your hanging around

[Scatting]

[Interlude]
Oh yeah, just keep on rolling now, don't do no fade
Yeah, mmm, hey hеy, just keep on rolling, keep on rolling

[Verse 3]
Walking into town in my bucks
A man with a gun, he said, "Hands up"
I tried to get away, body was too slow
Hе got me and took all of my dough
I heard him shout, as he cut out
"You ain't lost nothing
What you crying about?"

[Chorus]
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
And he took my watch and I passed out

[Verse 4]
Woke up in the arms of a big cop
Police station, next stop
Judge swung his fist down, plunk plunk
$20 fine 'cause you're drunk
Pick up the dough, and you can go
All I had was a buffalo

[Chorus]
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
But sure gonna get me some more

[Outro]
Okay, let's, let's take a break