I hear you lost someone Or rather left them far behind When you moved to Tennessee I hear you had the perfect life A wife with blue green eyes And a skin like ivory That ring was slipping off your finger Just like it was raining wedding bells And you'd swear it had a mind of its own Just a piece of gold, it never fit your hand Every night inside this bar Has got scars and has stories Here in Tennessee A million honky-tonks And guess what's on the jukebox They made those records down the street Bout rings slipping off fingers Just like it was raining wedding bells And you'd swear they had minds of their own They're just piece of gold, they never fit their hands Now tell me just what brought you here You had friends, you had a woman What the hell's in Tennessee? And don't say she was above your station And you weren't worthy, son 'Cause it don't sit right with me Bet that that ring was slipping off your finger And just like it was raining wedding bells You'd swear it had a mind of its own It's just a piece of gold, it never fit your hand No, it never fit your hand