I'm a wooden nickel, I'm a hand you should fold.
I'm a counterfeit anything you could fake, a fool's notion of gold
I'm the reason you can't see, a pointless currency
I'm a wooden nickel, I'm a hand you should fold.
I've got a bucket full of water
Poured it out over a thousand others
Flooded the lakes and washed the farm lands away
The Midwest held no home for me
There were a million other places I might rather be
And no fertile soil to be had anywhere I face.
I find most days I'd do anything to feel
Lose myself in the worst ways to find somebody real
I'm a wooden nickel
I'm a hand you should fold.
I'm a counterfeit anything you could fake
A fool's notion of gold
I'm the reason you can't see
A pointless currency
I'm a wooden nickel.
I'm a hand you should fold.
You can't take me
I'm a stone that won't move
You can't fake me, I'd see everything you might do.
It's a hollow lie; the thinnest line to have to hold
I'm a wooden nickel, I'm a hand you should fold.
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