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