| I rolled off the Frisco mint in 1909 |
| The last one they ever made, you should’ve seen me shine |
| When I landed on the counter they gave me to a kid |
| Making change for a jaw breaker was the first thing that I did |
| I got traded for a pocket knife, two marbles and some string |
| Wound up on a railroad track waiting for a train |
| Snatched up by a hobo and turned right into wine |
| Pitched up against the wall at least a thousand times |
| Round and round a penny goes |
| Round and back again |
| Listen and I’ll tell you |
| The places that I’ve been |
| I was stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy Floyd and then |
| He gave me to a farmer who was trying to save his land |
| I was good luck to a soldier back in WWII |
| He lost me in a poker game the day the war was through |
| I got stuck behind the back seat of a '51 Chevrolet |
| Spare change in the sixties, getting worthless every day |
| Not it’s piggy banks and gum machines |
| And occasional wishing wells |
| Or laying on a bar room floor |
| As far and wide |
| So both of us can dare |
| A promise I will love and bide |
| That’s all I have to share |
| A chance to sail among the stars |
| That few will ever see |
| To feel the deepest missing you |
| That most think cannot be |
| A heart that beats for only one |
| And loves you fast and true |
| A promise I will love and bide |
| That’s all I have for you |
| These things I have to give to you |
| Their value isn’t much |
| Just things that you can barely see |
| And rearely ever touch |
| A hand to hold when we’re alone |
| And no one seems to care |
| A gentle touch to reassure |
| And tell you I’m still there |
| To try my best to reminisce |
| Our dreams that all come true |
| A promise I will love and bide |
| That’s all I have for you |
| My promise I will love and bide |
| This I give to you… |