Capital Gains

You can find me on the side of a road That used to be a river Taking money and advice From a strung out indian giver Yeah, the paper in my hand Is worth more than its weight in anything You better pony up, boy And start paying those capital gains Capital gains Yeah, i've seen the white girls Deliver what a brother needs But the one hand's copping a feel While the other bleeds You can promise the moon and the stars To an uptown dame But when the chips hit the table You'll be paying those capital gains Capital gains You can find my be down by the road Capital gains