YESTERDAY'S MEMORIES
Writer Hank Cochran
Yesterday's mem'ries won't let me go Goin' to the place where we used to park Just like always, it was still and dark But it was a little too much for my poor heart Yesterday's mem'ries tore me apart Today I walked down to that little café where we used to go And I waited for our favourite booth The one we always sat in, not too long ago But when I sat down, tears began to flow Yesterday's mem'ries won't let me go Anymore, if there's anyone around I start to cry I just say, "Excuse me, but there's a mem'ry in my eye" Oh my friends, things were mine, they ought to be That I was happy with new arms wrapped around me But as I lied, I cried, and they could see Yesterday's mem'ries, got hold of me