Money, Marbles, and Chalk Songtext
von Patti Page
Money, Marbles, and Chalk Songtext
There′s an old sayin' that′s been all around
I've heard it before I could walk
How some's got health and some′s got wealth
Others money, marbles, and chalk
I got money, marbles, and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
′Cause, my money won't spend and my marbles won′t roll
And my chalk, won't write anymore
While you were near, I was happy and gay
Your presence, made me feel so proud
But you left me, for another, one day
Now, I feel all alone in a crowd
I got money, marbles, and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
′Cause, my money won't spend and my marbles, won′t roll
And my chalk, won't write anymore
The money, marbles, and chalk is alright
For misers, who love only gold
But give me a chance, to save our romance
For I love you, with all of my soul
I got money, marbles, and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
'Cause, my money won′t spend and my marbles, won′t roll
And my chalk, won't write anymore
I got money, marbles, and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
′Cause, my money won't spend and my marbles, won′t roll
And my chalk, won't write anymore
I've heard it before I could walk
How some's got health and some′s got wealth
Others money, marbles, and chalk
I got money, marbles, and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
′Cause, my money won't spend and my marbles won′t roll
And my chalk, won't write anymore
While you were near, I was happy and gay
Your presence, made me feel so proud
But you left me, for another, one day
Now, I feel all alone in a crowd
I got money, marbles, and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
′Cause, my money won't spend and my marbles, won′t roll
And my chalk, won't write anymore
The money, marbles, and chalk is alright
For misers, who love only gold
But give me a chance, to save our romance
For I love you, with all of my soul
I got money, marbles, and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
'Cause, my money won′t spend and my marbles, won′t roll
And my chalk, won't write anymore
I got money, marbles, and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
′Cause, my money won't spend and my marbles, won′t roll
And my chalk, won't write anymore
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