FOLDING MONEY (Belew - Blake - Stevenson) CARL BELEW (DECCA, 1959) Well, I went to see my banker just to raise a little money But when he told me the requirements, I started feeling funny He said, you gotta have a house, you gotta have a lot I ain't got a window and I ain't got a pot Sometimes the whole world seems so funny Trying to get my hands on some of that folding money Well, I went to see the wellfare man, to try to get a pension 'Cause I was so depressed and I was needing some attention He said, you don't qualify, you don't get a dime That's when I broke his jaw, and that's why I'm doing time I'd do it all again, though it may sound funny If I could get my hands on some of that folding money Well, in jail I got a letter from a lawyer in the city He said, son I'm glad I found you, but it surely is a pitty Well, I hate to tell you now about your rich aunt Fonny She passed and left a sack full of that folding money Well, I read her last will, and brother what a crime "If my nephew go to jail, well he don't get a dime" Sometimes the whole world seems so funny Trying to get my hands on some of that folding money