Old Rugged Cross Till my trophies at last I lay down And I will cling to the Old Rugged Cross And exchange it some day for a crown To the Old Rugged
were before The same old memories and everytime they hurt me more You're happy when my heart is on its knees hurting with the same old memories [ fiddle - steel ] The same old memories
came along when I had nowhere to turn Just when I thought I'd never love again I'm burnin' old memories with a brand new flame Yes I'm burnin' old memories
Old memories mean nothing to me They've all gone away from me now I'm alone in the night it's plain to see And old memories mean nothing to me It's the
Memories of old days Sky and the trees of his youthful time spent Only smoke, only paper. No colour or scent With sadness today Hopes of joy yesterday Memories
m gettin' over him underneath the stars The smoke has cleared from the hold he had on me I'm burnin' old memories with a brand new flame One by one those old
re settled down, That you found a girl and you're married now, I heard that your dreams came true, Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you, Old
, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory lane
Train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passing towns that have no names Freight yards full of old gray men And the graveyards
Almost Heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, blowin' like a
one knew why but the rest is forgotten Behind me sometimes it reminds me Of when we, we used to belong here Every memory comes on when I hear that old
cases, Change these sheets baby. But I need you back in the crib cooking up some of that good chicken and gravy, mash potatoes, homemade... lemonade. Want you back to the old
'll reach back in their files And pull out that old memory And think of me and smile and say It was just an old worn out Jeep Rusty old floorboard, hot
Swayin' in the breeze Decorated store fronts Rusty old gas pumps Try to fill my mind up with Somethin' 'fore I go Picture postcard memories Well, they
I take a walk I mow the grass I don't worry 'bout the years that pass My wife is dead I live alone in my little country home I have my memories and dogs
Ohio was a riverbank A ten speed laying in the weeds Cannonball off an old rope swing Long, long summer days Tennessee was a guitar First big dream of
you I was wrong now I`m back up in this b-tch going harder than I did watch me do it [Hook] and I`mma do it all feeling like the old me you don`t even
I could still feel you And I still want you, Lovea?¦ never dies Lovea?¦ Lovea?¦ Lovea?¦ never dies Lovea?¦ Lovea?¦ Lovea?¦ never dies We must have sat upon an old