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 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 afternoon

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"

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 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

Golden ring with one tiny little stone

Cast aside like the love that's dead and gone

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 rings

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Bobby Braddock, Rafe Van Hoy