In a pawn shop in Chicago
A couple gazes at the wedding rings
She smiles and nods her head
as he says, Honey, that's for you
but it's the best that I can do
With one tiny little stone
For someone to take it home
It's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In the little wedding chapel
plays that old familiar tune
Tears roll down her cheeks
and happy thoughts run through her head
As he whispers low with this rain,
Golden ring, with one tiny little stone
Shining ring, now at last
it's found a home by itself
It's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden
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,
And throws down the rings,
Golden rain, with one tiny little stone
like the love that's dead and gone
By itself, it's just a cold metallic flame
In a pawn shop in Chicago,
A couple gazes at the wedding rings,