Well, I'm hard to understandAnd I can't work for the manI earn my living playing one night showsOn a long and winding roadI don't care about where it goesBut every now and again, we come to TennesseeWell, the memory, it stays with meI went on before the committeeThey put me up so late, the doggone joint was closedBut before they cut out the lightOn number eighty-two that nightA woman locking the door gave me good advice"If you need some money fastHit the Tennessee Quick Cash"Now I know what you're about to sayAbout their predatory waysBut brother, at least they let you know it right up front'Cause if you take that ride downtownWhere them rounders hang aroundYou'll find anything in the world but a fair dealIf you need some money fastJust hit the Tennessee Quick CashHere's what I do when I walk in thereIt's been this way for yearsI cry alligator tearsSomething like Paradise Lost, I guessHer name was CheyenneI thanked her as I shook her handShe said, "Honey, good luck, you're gonna need it"If you find your winning fixAnd you need some money fastJust hit the Tennessee Quick CashI'd hit the Tennessee Quick CashAlright, Shooter
