Golden Ring
Composer(s): Bobby Braddock; Rafe Van Hoy
Performer(s): Tammy Wynette;
and various other artists
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"
Golden ring, (Golden ring)
With one tiny little stone
Waiting there, (Waiting there)
For someone to take to you home
By itself, (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 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, (Golden ring)
With one tiny little stone
Waiting there, (Waiting there)
For someone to take to you home
By itself, (By itself)
It's just a cold metallic thing
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, (Golden ring)
With one tiny little stone
Waiting there, (Waiting there)
For someone to take to you home
By itself, (By itself)
It's just a cold metallic 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
Golden ring
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