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John McCrea

- Written By
- Vocals

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Tyler Pope

- Percussion
- Keyboard
- Guitar

In the brown shag carpet of a cheap motel
In the dark and dusty corner by the TV shelf
Is a small reminder of a simpler time
When a crumpled up pair of trousers
Lost a brand new dime

Well you ask me how I made it through
And how my mint condition could belong to you
When I'm on the ground
I roll through town
I'm a president you don't remember
Getting kicked around

I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine
I'm freshly minted
I am determined
Not to be dented by a car, by a plane
Or anything not yet invented

I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine

In the hiss and rumble of the freeway sounds
As the afternoon commuters drive their cars around
There's a ringle jingle near the underpass
There's a sparkle near the fast food garbage
And roadside trash

I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine I'm freshly minted
I'm silver plated
I'm underrated
You wont even pick me up 'cause I'm not enough
For a local phonecall

I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine

I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine

I'm a dime
I'm fine
And I shine