It's in my book of memories Inside the book of pages black with Photographs that take me back I hide the dreams that used to be here In my book of memories
ride 'Cause with hundred proof memories, Lord, you don't think and drive No, I don't want the whiskey but I could sure use a ride 'Cause with hundred proof memories
we sat side by side And the sign that said 'State Champions' It's covered up with dust But everything, it's still the same In my memories of us And my memories
past unfolds Precious Father, loving Mother Fly across the lonely years And the home scenes of my childhood In fond memory appear Precious memories
it's in my book of memories Inside the book of pages black with photographs that take me back I hide the dreams that used to be here in my book of memories
Love on the rocks that's all he said As he sat there beside me shaking his head I said Mister you look like you're taking it rough The next round's on
loving hand Us kids we offered everything from easy chairs to money But his pride won't let us lend a helping hand. Chorus: Daddy's living off the memories
of the midnight precious sacred seems unfold Precious father loving mother fly across the lonely years And the old home scenes from my childhood in fond memory
Vertaling: Jones, George. Honderd Proof Memories.
Vertaling: Jones, George. Memories.
Vertaling: Jones, George. Precious Memories.
Vertaling: Jones, George. Book Of Memories.
free it's in my book of memories Inside the book of pages black with photographs that take me back I hide the dreams that used to be here in my book of memories
stillness of the midnight precious sacred seems unfold Precious father loving mother fly across the lonely years And the old home scenes from my childhood in fond memory
where I've always been You're just an old love turned memory Now I seldom see her around You're just an old love turned memory But you still turns my
memory will I can't hold out much longer the way that I feel With the blood from my body, I could start my own still But if drinking don't kill me, her memory