Golden Ring (Original Version) — текст песни (George Jones)

Written by B. Braddock

In a pawn shop in Chicago on a sunny summer day
A couple gazes at the wedding rings there on display
She smiles and nods her head as he says, honey that`s for you
It`s not much but it`s the best that I can do

With one tiny little stone
Waiting there for someone to take it home
By itself it`s just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring

In a little wedding chapel later on that after noon
An old up right 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

With one tiny little stone
Shining ring - now at last it`s found a home
By itself it`s just a cold Thee thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring

In a small two room apartment as they fight 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 anymore
And throws down the ring as she walks out the door

With one tiny little stone
Cast aside - like the love that`s dead and gone
By itself it`s just a cold leaving thing
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