indian head penny

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.