SOUVENIRS
(Tom T. Hall)


Tom T. Hall - 1971


Take these arms of mine, throw them away
They're just souvenirs of some other day
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 somethin' 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 somethin' that went wrong
Old T's just a souvenir of somethin' that went wrong






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - February 2012)