PRETTY GOLD BRACELET By Tom Jensen
I wake up to a cup of coffee
Cry to my girl to get up off me
She's been sleeping on my arm so long
That my whole left side's asleep
I drag myself to
the edge of the bed
With both her arms
around my head
She never ever
lets me go
She keeps saying
she needs a little more lovin'
Wakie, wakie,
rise and shine
This type of thing
happens all the time
Every day
You'll hear me say...
If you got the heart, baby
Then I got the soul
If you got the rock, mama
Then I got the roll
You got the rhythm, honey
That cures the blues
Let's take a chance
We've got nothing to lose
I tell her...
Maybe I can't afford
to buy you a
pretty gold bracelet
Or when you're old
turn your frown
upside down
with a facelift
These are just the facts
and we both must face it
But even with all I lack
I still think we can make it
I heard someone say
the other day
that the poor man's
life was spiceless
But I say to you
that that someone
doesn't have a clue
Because we both
Know it's true
that what I have
to give to you...
Is priceless
I may not have a penny
but if I had it
then I'd give it to you
Supper, I'd go without any
if you happened to be
hungry enough for two
My mistakes --
there's been many
While some, ahem,
only make a few
But I'm faithful like
that dog named Bengy
I'll come running back home to you
If you got the heart, baby
Then I got the soul
If you got the rock, mama
Then I got the roll
You got the rhythm, honey
That cures the blues
Let's take a chance
We've got nothing to lose