Pawn Shop - Brandy Clark

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