Souvenirs

(Tom T. Hall)



Take these arms of mine throw them away

They're just souvenirs of some other days

Take these lips of mine they're useless to me

They're just souvenirs of things that used to be.



They're just souvenirs and who needs 'em now

They're just bits and pieces of my yesterday anyhow

Take this old heart of mine it's been beating too long

It's just a souvenir of something that went wrong.



Take my yesterdays the minutes the hours

They're just souvenirs they'll fade like the flowers

Take these eyes before I see her again

They're just souvenirs of things that might have been.



They're just souvenirs and who needs 'em now

They're just bits and pieces of my yesterday anyhow

Take this old heart of mine it's been beating too long

It's just a souvenir of something that went wrong.



Old T's just a souvenir of something that went wrong...