Texty písní Delbert McClinton

Delbert McClinton

Your Memory, Me And The Blues

I wake up each morning with you on my mind

It's funny how sweet dreams can be so unkind

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get over you

A creature of habit in all that I do

When I make coffee, I still make coffee for two

But it should be for three

Your memory, me, and the blues.

The day that you left I promised myself

That I was gonna be just fine

But now with you gone and I'm here all alone

I can't get you out of my mind

I just sit home nights missing your touch

Thinking about when it was the two of us

But now it's we three, your memory, me, and the blues

I just sit home nights missing your touch

Thinking about when it was the two of us

But now it's we three, your memory, me, and the blues