surprised they're still left Just a few old love letters With the edges all brown And an old faded picture I keep turned upside-down Just a few old memories
poor man whose life has life had grown old? His aged form is bent ? in his pocket not a cent And for shelter knows not where to go See that poor old
heart of mine You'll get no more ofme. You wrecked my heart like a cruel winter storm Bending my branches so low Oh your wayward heart and your tortured soul Leave no memory
mining town With just a few old clothes that had made the rounds I knew I was leaving a lot of things that were good But I thought I?d make a break while