Souvenirs

	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