[Intro] [Rhodes alone, one warm chord, no percussion] [Room is small and close] (no vocal, four bars of Rhodes only) [Verse 1] [Vocal: warm baritone, close, plain, almost spoken] They come off the press a thousand at a time Every one the same so a hand cannot tell them apart That is the whole trick of it, that is what makes it money And somebody poured color on this one [Pre-Chorus] [Vocal: lifting slightly, breath audible] [Upright bass enters underneath] Ruined it for spending Ruined it for good [Chorus] [Vocal: full, warm, unhurried, no shouting] [Rhodes opens, soft organ pad, brushed kit] Right where the king was, somebody put your name Right where the king was, the gold gave up the crown There is no amount on it, there never was a price Right where the king was, there is you [Verse 2] [Vocal: narrative, a little more weight] You made a thing and you put it up where anybody could see it Nobody paid you for it and nobody was going to A stranger looked at it long enough to feel that he owed you And this was all he had to say it with [Bridge] [Vocal: stripped back to near speech, then rising] [Rhodes and bass only, then organ swells] Run your thumb around the edge and feel the little ridges They put those there so nobody could shave the gold away There is nothing here to shave, there is nothing here to take He gave you the whole of it the day he made it [Chorus] [Vocal: released, full, warm] [Full organ, brushed kit, bass walking] Right where the king was, somebody put your name Right where the king was, the gold gave up the crown There is no amount on it, there never was a price Right where the king was, there is you [Outro] [Organ falls away to Rhodes alone] [Vocal: quiet, close, unhurried] Keep it in a drawer It will not buy a thing It was never trying to [One last warm chord, then room tone] [End]
