Yeah, lover I’m on the streets Gonna go where the bright lights and the big city meet With a red guitar, on fire, She’s the candle burning in my room I’m like the needle - needle and spoon Over the counter with a shotgun Pretty soon, everybody got one And the fever when I’m beside her She’s the dollars She’s my protection She’s a promise In the year of election Sister, I can’t let you go I’m like a preacher Stealing hearts at a traveling show For love or money, money, money