I don't need to be all things 

to everyone but to you I can't try any harder 

holding my half up in this arrangement 

keeps landing me in hot water 

oh to bring good will 

I know that I can't buy you flowers 

oh to cure your ills 

would take more will than ours 



gold dust at my feet 

grease in my hair 

shoes of black leather 

kiss me again my sweet 

and make my pale face grow redder 



oh this ring comes from my girl 

and this coat belongs to my brother 

there's room for one other 

in this hiding place 

there is no disgrace 



I can hear the trumpet 

like Gabriel blowing out its reveille 

the march of the saints 

and roll call in heaven 

far over the deep blue sea 

oh the morning light 

can be mistaken for the sundown 

oh you set your sights 

and you find your map's the wrong way round 



gold dust etc 



this ring etc 



if you stay right here 

I could be right back 

I could give you some feathers to lay on 

it's a lonesome ride and the deck is stacked 

but we all need a hand to play on 



gold dust etc 



oh this ring etc 



there is no disgrace 



there is no disgrace