Bubijeva pesmarica

COnce I lived a E₇life of a milA₇lionaire,
dSpend all my mA₇oney, didn't hadve any care.
FTook all my friends out for a mCighty good A₇time,
We bought boD₇ttle of liquor, chaG₇mpagne and wine.

CThen I began E₇to fall A₇so low,
dLost all my good A₇friend, and dnowhere to go.
FIf I get my hands on a Cdollar A₇again,
I'll hang D₇on to it 'til that G₇ol' eagle grins

CBecause E₇nobody loves A₇you,
dWhen you're A₇down dand out,
FIn your pocket not Cone A₇penny,
And as for D₇friends you G₇don't have many.

CWhen you get E₇back on your A₇feet again,
dEverybody wants A₇to be your long dlost friend.
FI said it's strange without Cany A₇doubt,
Nobody knows D₇you when you're G₇down and out.