| She pushed her wedding ring across the counter
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| And said, «Tell me that it’s worth more than I think
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| There’s a bus to Baton Rouge, leaves in an hour
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| And ninety dollars cash buys me a seat
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| That quarter-carat picture-perfect dream
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| Wasn’t all it was cracked up to be
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| «But it ain’t stolen, it ain’t hot
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| Someone told me it cost a lot
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| Man, ain’t that the truth
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| I thought I’d wear it my whole life
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| It never even crossed my mind
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| Back when it was new
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| It’d end up in a pawn shop on Charlotte Avenue»
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| He walked in with it slung over his shoulder
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| He said, «Man, you’ll never give me a fair price
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| But this young man’s town’s just watching me get older
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| And the song’s I sing don’t feed my kids and wife
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| There’s a few belt buckle scratches on the back
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| And the B-string tends to fall a little flat
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| «But it ain’t stolen, it ain’t hot
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| Someone told me it cost a lot
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| Man, ain’t that the truth
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| I thought I’d play it my whole life
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| It never even crossed my mind
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| Back when it was new
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| It’d end up in a pawn shop on Charlotte Avenue»
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| Dreams don’t die, even when they’re broken
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| Tomorrow, when that sign says open
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| That guitar, oh, that wedding band
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| Will start a new dream, second-hand
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| It ain’t stolen, it ain’t hot
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| Someone told me it cost a lot
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| Man, ain’t that the truth
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| I thought I’d own it my whole life
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| It never even crossed my mind
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| Back when it was new
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| It’d end up in a pawn shop on Charlotte Avenue |