Takes
Lyrics
[verse]
I had a nickel and a borrowed dream,
Walked through the city like a king unseen.
Nobody knew me, nobody cared,
But I kept walking like the crown was there.
[chorus]
From rags to riches, that's the tale I'm living,
Every hard-won mile is worth the giving.
Started with nothing, holding onto you,
Now the world looks golden and the sky is new.
[verse]
I traded worry for a working song,
Traded doubt for a road that ain't too long.
You believed in me before I had a dime,
Now we're building something built to climb.
[chorus]
From rags to riches, that's the tale I'm living,
Every hard-won mile is worth the giving.
Started with nothing, holding onto you,
Now the world looks golden and the sky is new.
[bridge]
Let the horns swing high, let the strings soar,
Every door that shut is an open door.
I'm not chasing money, I'm chasing home,
And home was always you, wherever I roam.
[chorus]
From rags to riches, that's the tale I'm living,
Every hard-won mile is worth the giving.
Started with nothing, holding onto you,
Now the world looks golden and the sky is new.
Model notes (creation log)
## Metadata
**Caption:** pop vocal, orchestral swing, mid tempo, optimistic, 1953 classic, male vocal
**BPM:** 105
**Duration:** 150.0s
**Key:** E♭ major
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
I had a nickel and a borrowed dream,
Walked through the city like a king unseen.
Nobody knew me, nobody cared,
But I kept walking like the crown was there.

[chorus]
From rags to riches, that's the tale I'm living,
Every hard-won mile is worth the giving.
Started with nothing, holding onto you,
Now the world looks golden and the sky is new.

[verse]
I traded worry for a working song,
Traded doubt for a road that ain't too long.
You believed in me before I had a dime,
Now we're building something built to climb.

[chorus]
From rags to riches, that's the tale I'm living,
Every hard-won mile is worth the giving.
Started with nothing, holding onto you,
Now the world looks golden and the sky is new.

[bridge]
Let the horns swing high, let the strings soar,
Every door that shut is an open door.
I'm not chasing money, I'm chasing home,
And home was always you, wherever I roam.

[chorus]
From rags to riches, that's the tale I'm living,
Every hard-won mile is worth the giving.
Started with nothing, holding onto you,
Now the world looks golden and the sky is new.