Golden Ring - Porter Wagoner, Pamela Rose Gadd

In a pawn shop in Chicago

On a sunny summer day

A couple gazes at the wedding rings

There on display

She smiles n' nods her head

As he says, «Honey, that’s for you

It’s not much but it’s the best

That I can do»

Golden rings with one tiny little stone

(Golden ring)

Waiting there for someone to take you home

(Waiting there)

By itself it’s just a cold metallic thing

(By itself)

Only love can make a golden wedding ring

In a little wedding chapel, later on that afternoon

An old upright piano plays that old familiar tune

Tears roll down her cheeks

And happy thoughts run through her head

As he whispers low, «With this ring, I thee wed»

Golden ring with one tiny little stone

(Golden ring)

Shining ring, now, at last, it’s found a home

(Shining ring)

By itself, it’s just a cold metallic thing

(By itself)

Only love can make a golden wedding ring

In a small two room apartment

As they fought their final round

He says, «You won’t admit it But I know you’re leavin' town»

She says, «One thing’s for certain

I don’t love you any more»

And throws down the ring

As she walks out the door

Golden ring with one tiny little stone

(Golden ring)

Cast aside like the love that’s dead and gone

(Cast aside)

By itself it’s just a cold metallic thing

(By itself)

Only love can make a golden wedding ring

In a pawn shop in Chicago

On a sunny summer day

A couple gazes at the wedding rings

There on display, golden ring