You won't find me in suit and tie
The coat I wear is canvas and it's real
On my hand is a ring of silver
I raise my voice to the wind and teach the world how I feel
I was born on a standard plain
A field of harvest playing hard to get is all I knew
Now the man with a golden chain
Tells me that my time's run up and I should shine my shoes
Over there, there's a neon shine
Into her eyes
Laying on the sofa late last night
No one told me that life could be so full of love And how can I forget these joyful times
When the memories make a flood
And never could I tell the world with ease how good I feel
She wears gold around her neck, flatters her skin, I feel stoned due to my silver's appeal