Fall That Pride Goes Before

(Neal Merritt)



It's dark and it's cold on the street where I stand

And the pawnshop is closing its door

In the window's the ring you once wore on your hand

So this is the fall that pride goes before.



I said that I'd see you come beg for it back

But you just threw your ring on the floor

It's the last thing I had but the clothes on my back

So this is the fall that pride goes before.



I stumbled and fell without your hand to hold

Like a blind man that loses his cane

I must have a bottle to keep off the cold

And pretend I'm not going insane.



Tomorrow somebody may give me a dime

Then I'll keep it till I get three more

And I'll buy me a bottle of forty cent wine

So this is the fall that pride goes before.



So this is the fall that pride goes before...