From a Chevy to a Lincoln
From paper shades to curtains
From neon lights to crystal chandeliers
From cut glass to diamonds
Up that ladder she's climbing
Crying golden tears

Well, she traded in her Levi's for high heels and flowing gowns
And the parties, and the swimming pools,
And the scenic view of town.
Now she once told me, she didn't need love
And that money would see her through the years.
That's the last time that I saw her
In my eyes full of golden tears

From a Chevy to a Lincoln
From paper shades to curtains
From neon lights to crystal chandeliers
From cut glass to diamonds
Up that ladder she's climbing
Crying golden tears

Well now her picture is in the papers
At country clubs with lots and lots of good times.
But my smile is artificial
Because the story is between the lines

From a Chevy to a Lincoln
From paper shades to curtains
From neon lights to crystal chandeliers
From cut glass to diamonds
Up that ladder she's climbing
Crying golden tears