Rings
I hear you lost someone
Or rather left them far behind
When you moved to Tennessee
I hear you had the perfect life
A wife with blue green eyes
And a skin like ivory
That ring was slipping off your finger
Just like it was raining wedding bells
And you'd swear it had a mind of its own
Just a piece of gold, it never fit your hand
Every night inside this bar
Has got scars and has stories
Here in Tennessee
A million honky-tonks
And guess what's on the jukebox
They made those records down the street
Bout rings slipping off fingers
Just like it was raining wedding bells
And you'd swear they had minds of their own
They're just piece of gold, they never fit their hands
Now tell me just what brought you here
You had friends, you had a woman
What the hell's in Tennessee?
And don't say she was above your station
And you weren't worthy, son
'Cause it don't sit right with me
Bet that that ring was slipping off your finger
And just like it was raining wedding bells
You'd swear it had a mind of its own
It's just a piece of gold, it never fit your hand
No, it never fit your hand