ODDS AND ENDS (Bits And Pieces)
(Buck Owens)

Buck Owens


A photograph that's signed with love.
Your lip stick and a tiny glove.
Why did you leave so many things.
To tear at my heart strings.

I made a shamble of our love.
That was our king by god above.
I broke your heart and now I pay.
With memories night and day.

Odds and ends, bits and pieces.
Of an old love affair.
Old love letterers, and some flowers.
That you wore in your hair.
Odds and ends, bits and pieces
Of those happy by gone years.
Odds and ends that keep tugging at my tears.


(Transcribed by Sergeant Peppler - July 2003)