Yea, well I spent a lifetime
  Just makin up my mind to be,
  More than the measure of
  What I thought others could see.
  Good luck and those fast bucks
  Are too few, and too far between,
  Those other Cadillac drivers
  And those old five and dimers like me.
  
  You know, she stood beside me,
  Tellin me she would be something to lean on,
  When everything ran out on me.
  No fenced yards ain t hole cards
  Like as not, never will be.
  Any reason for rhymers
  And those old five and dimers like me.
  
  Now I ve searched for so long,
  Now that I ve found that I believe
  All that I do or say
  Is all I ever will be.
  Too far and too high and too deep
  Ain t too much to be.
  Yeah, too much just ain t enough
  For those old five and dimers like me.
  I guess an old five and dimer
  Is all I intended to be.