Tekst Utworu

She pushed her wedding ring across the counter And said, "Tell me that it's worth more than I think" There's a bus to Baton Rouge leaves in an hour And $90 cash buys me a seat That quarter-carat, picture-perfect dream Wasn't all it was cracked up to be But it ain't stolen, it ain't hot Someone told me it cost alot Man, ain't that the truth? Thought I'd wear it my whole life It never even crossed my mind Back when it was new It'd end up in a pawn shop on Charlotte Avenue He walked in with it slung over his shoulder He said, "Man, you'll never give me a fair price." But this young man's town's just watchin' me get older And the songs I sing don't feed my kids and wife There's a few belt buckle scratches on the back And the B-string tends to fall a little flat But it ain't stolen, it ain't hot Someone told me it cost alot Man, ain't that the truth Thought I'd play it my whole life Never even crossed my mind Back when it was new It'd end up in a pawn shop on Charlotte Avenue Dreams don't die even when they're broken Tomorrow when that sign says "Open" That guitar or that wedding band Will start a new dream, second-hand It ain't stolen, it ain't hot Someone told me it cost alot Man, ain't that the truth Thought I'd own it my whole life It never even crossed my mind Back when it was new It'd end up in a pawn shop on Charlotte Avenue
Writer(s): Troy Verges, Brandy Lynn Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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