Empty Wallet

Empty Wallet
By Mike Durbin

(To the tune of White Christmas)

I’m, crying over an empty wallet,
because the drug store drained it so
Where the greenbacks go missin,
and, big tears glisten, my cheeks,
so sad to see them go.

I’m, crying over an empty wallet,
With every bill hitting new heights
Maybe someday I’ll finally see the light,
And then all, my troubles, will be made right.

Maybe someday, Maybe someday, Maybe someday,
I’ll finally see the light

And then all, my troubles, will be made right.