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