I Can't Give You Anything but Love (Let No Man Write My Epitaph) - Ella Fitzgerald

Gee but it’s tough to be broke kid

It’s not a joke kid

It’s a curse

My luck is changing it’s gotten from simply roten

To something worst

Who knows someday i will win too

I’ll begin to reach my pride

Now that i see what our end is

All can spend is just my time

I can’t give you anything but love, baby

That’s the only thing I’ve plenty of, baby

Dream a while.

Scheme a while

We’re sure to find

Happiness, and I guess

All those things you’ve always pined for

Gee I’d like to see you looking swell

My little baby

Diamond bracelets Woolworth’s doesn’t sell, baby

Till that lucky day you know darn well, baby

I can’t give you anything but love