Hundred Dollar Bill Songtext

he was practically a stranger and not particularly drunk when he took a hundred dollar bill and put it in my cup i don't see ben franklin too often in this place but george washington now there's a familiar face so i took that hundred dollar bill and put it in my pocket like a photograph of an old lover like hair in a locket it felt so crisp and new and it crinkled as i's walking i took it out to show my friends got everybody talking about my hundred dollar bill given by stranger and everyone was envious they said "mike, money's gonna change you." but i could not bare to break it into twenties, fives and ones 'cause it was something sacred like the memory of someone so i kept that hundred dollar bill safely in my pocket like a photograph of an old lover like hair in a locket but in my heart i knew it was only a hundred dollar bill the barman had a stack of them in the drawer beneath his till so when it was late and i was out of cash and wanting one more wine i took out that big old 'c' note for the last time and i paid it to the barman he gave me twenties, fives and ones correct change and a glass of wine but somehow i felt i'd been done see, i missed that hundred dollar bill folded in my pocket like a photograph of an old lover like hair in a locket now i'm broke again but i've got this song i wrote i turned a hundred dollar bill into a tune with an anecdote so i could sit up on this stool and sing it in this bar hoping that a stranger will put something in my jar like a photograph of an old lover like hair in a locket if i get a hundred dollar bill i'm gonna keep it in my pocket