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