My baby gives me them finance blues
tax me to the limit of my revenues
Here she comes finger poppin’, clickety-click
She say “Furs or diamonds, you can take your pick”
Chorus:
She wants money (what she wants) (4x)
Money, money, money, money, money (2x)
She say “Money, honey,” I’d rob a bank
I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank
knockin’ off my neighborhood savings and loan
to keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne1
(Chorus)
Mama don’t send me down to rob that bank again
I got a notion you’re leadin’ me to sin
Won’t you relax, won’t you lay way back
don’t you bug your honey ’bout no Cadillac
It’s only bucks, you don’t need no jack
so won’t you please relax, and lay ’way back
My baby’s lovin’ gives me such a thrill
give me inspiration makin’ counterfeit bills
Now some folks say the best things in life are free
I sure don’t get no lovin’ livin’ honestly
(Chorus)
Lord made a lady out of Adam’s rib
next thing you know you got women’s lib
Lovely to look upon, heaven to touch
it’s a real shame they got to cost so much
(Chorus)
Words by John Barlow with Bob Weir
Music by Bob Weir
See note under “Rosemary.”
Written in Cora, Wyoming, and Mill Valley, California, February 1974. Barlow’s title for the song is “Finance Blues.”
Studio recording: Grateful Dead from the Mars Hotel (June 27, 1974).
First performance: May 17, 1974, at the Pacific National Exhibition Coliseum in Vancouver, British Columbia. It was only played in concert three times, in three consecutive concerts, then dropped from the repertoire.