I Can't Give You Anything But Love

(альбом: Let No Man Write My Epitaph - 1960)

Gee, but it's tough to be broke kid
It's not a joke, kid, it's a curse
My luck is changing, it's gotten
From simply rotten to something worse

Who knows, some day I will win too
I'll begin to reach my prime
Now though I see what our end is
All I can spend is just my time

I can't give you anything but love, baby
That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby
Dream a while, scheme a while
We're sure to find
Happiness, and I guess
All those things you've always pined for

Gee, I'd like to see you looking swell, my little baby
Diamond bracelets Woolworth doesn't sell, baby
Till that lucky day you know darned well, baby
I can't give you anything but love

Till that lucky day you know darned well, baby
I can't give you anything but love