Song | Souvenirs |
Artist | John Prine |
Album | John Prine Live |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:John Prine/Steve Goodman Music:John Prine/Steve Goodman | |
All the snow has turned to water | |
Christmas days have come and gone | |
Broken toys and faded colors | |
Are all that's left to linger on | |
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops | |
For they always bring me tears | |
I can't forgive the way they rob me | |
Of my childhood souvenirs | |
Chorus: | |
Memories they can't be boughten | |
They can't be won at carnivals for free | |
Well it took me years | |
To get those souvenirs | |
And I don't know how they slipped away from me | |
Broken hearts and dirty windows | |
Make life difficult to see | |
That's why last night and this mornin' | |
Always look the same to me | |
I hate reading old love letters | |
For they always bring me tears | |
I can't forgive the way they rob me | |
Of my sweetheart's souvenirs | |
(Repeat chorus) |
Lyrics: John Prine Steve Goodman Music: John Prine Steve Goodman | |
All the snow has turned to water | |
Christmas days have come and gone | |
Broken toys and faded colors | |
Are all that' s left to linger on | |
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops | |
For they always bring me tears | |
I can' t forgive the way they rob me | |
Of my childhood souvenirs | |
Chorus: | |
Memories they can' t be boughten | |
They can' t be won at carnivals for free | |
Well it took me years | |
To get those souvenirs | |
And I don' t know how they slipped away from me | |
Broken hearts and dirty windows | |
Make life difficult to see | |
That' s why last night and this mornin' | |
Always look the same to me | |
I hate reading old love letters | |
For they always bring me tears | |
I can' t forgive the way they rob me | |
Of my sweetheart' s souvenirs | |
Repeat chorus |
Lyrics: John Prine Steve Goodman Music: John Prine Steve Goodman | |
All the snow has turned to water | |
Christmas days have come and gone | |
Broken toys and faded colors | |
Are all that' s left to linger on | |
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops | |
For they always bring me tears | |
I can' t forgive the way they rob me | |
Of my childhood souvenirs | |
Chorus: | |
Memories they can' t be boughten | |
They can' t be won at carnivals for free | |
Well it took me years | |
To get those souvenirs | |
And I don' t know how they slipped away from me | |
Broken hearts and dirty windows | |
Make life difficult to see | |
That' s why last night and this mornin' | |
Always look the same to me | |
I hate reading old love letters | |
For they always bring me tears | |
I can' t forgive the way they rob me | |
Of my sweetheart' s souvenirs | |
Repeat chorus |