Marty Robbins Among My Souvenirs
There's nothing left for me of days that used to be
I live in memories among my souvenirs
Some letters tied in blue a photograph or two
I find a rose from you among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest down in my treasure chest
And though they do their best to give me consolation
I count them all apart as the teardrops start
I find a broken heart among my souvenirs
[ guitar ]
I live in memories among my souvenirs
