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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grateful Dead
Grateful Dead
Performer
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Vocals
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Vocals
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Drums
Brent Mydland
Brent Mydland
Keyboards
Keith Godchaux
Keith Godchaux
Piano
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
John Mcfee
John Mcfee
Pedal Steel Guitar
Donna Jean Godchaux
Donna Jean Godchaux
Vocals
Ned Lagin
Ned Lagin
Synthesiser
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Songwriter
John Barlow
John Barlow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Producer
Joe Gastwirt
Joe Gastwirt
Mastering Engineer
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Producer
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Producer
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Producer
Roy Segal
Roy Segal
Engineer
Keith Godchaux
Keith Godchaux
Producer
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Producer
George Horn
George Horn
Mastering Engineer
Phil Brown
Phil Brown
Mastering Engineer
Donna Jean Godchaux
Donna Jean Godchaux
Producer
David Lemieux
David Lemieux
Producer
Cameron Sears
Cameron Sears
Producer
James Austin
James Austin
Producer
Tom Flye
Tom Flye
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

My baby gives me the finance blues Tax me to the limit of my revenues Here she comes finger-poppin', clickety-click She says furs or diamonds, you can take your pick She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money She say, "Money, honey", I draw a blank, 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 cologne She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money Mama don't send me down to rob that bank again, I got a notion that 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 It gives 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! She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money, Money money, money money money Lord made a lady out of Adam's rib, Next thing you know, you got the women's lib Lovely to look upon, Heaven to touch It's a real shame they got to cost so much!
Writer(s): John Barlow, Bob Weir Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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