YESTERDAY'S MEMORIES. Writer Hank Cochran. . Yesterday's mem'ries won't let me go Goin' to the place where we used to park Just like always, it was still and dark But it was a little too much for my poor heart Yesterday's mem'ries tore me apart Today I walked down to that little caf where we used to go And I waited for our favourite booth The one we always sat in, not too long ago But when I sat down, tears began to flow Yesterday's mem'ries won't let me go Anymore, if there's anyone around I start to cry I just say, "Excuse me, but there's a mem'ry in my eye" Oh my friends, things were mine, they ought to be That I was happy with new arms wrapped around me But as I lied, I cried, and they could see Yesterday's mem'ries, got hold of me.
You always hurt the one you love the one you shouldn't turn at all. You always take the sweetest rose and crash it till the petals fall. . You always break the kindest heart with hasty words you can't recall.
YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG. Writers Charles Aznavour, Herbert Kretzmer. . Yesterday when I was young the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue. I teased at life as if it were a foolish game, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame. The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned I always built alas on weak and shifting sand. I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day and only now I see how the years ran away. Yesterday when I was young so many drinking songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see. I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, I never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation I can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all. Yesterday the moon was blue and every crazy day brought something new to do. I used my magic age as if it were a wand and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond. The game of love I played with arrogance and pride and every flame I lit too quickly quickly died. The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away and only I am left on stage to end the play. There are so many songs in me that won't be sung; I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue. The time has come for me to pay for yesterday when I was young..
You give your hand to me. And then you say hello. And I can hardly speak. My heart is beating so. And anyone can tell. You think you know me well. But you don't know me.
I don't know why you want me. I just can't see. If you'd done half the things. I'd done to you to me, I'd walk away. Leave without a trace, I couldn't stay.
I've been looking. For a girl like you. And I wish. You were looking for me too. . But you don't want me around. No, you don't want me around. No, you don't want me around.
Everybody held their breath when you walked in. Guess no one thought to tell me you were back in town again. Everyone remembers how you shut me down. And let me tell you jaws were dropping.
Billy built cars that never went nowehere. Only thing working was the dull radio. He sat on the front seat, listening to baseball. Dreaming 'bout places that he'll never go.
There's a rip in the elbow of the left sleeve. And one button doesn't match. You sewed that one on yourself. And at the time it made me laugh. It's frayed on the collar it's so old and faded out blue.
Lyin' on my back in a cornfield back in Kansas. I think I might' a had my first original thought. Just me and miles of sky. And occasional crow flyin' by.
Well, you did what you did. And you know, that you did it. And there ain't no use to deny it. . I got you dead to rights, baby. Now, you're gone. And made me mad.
YOU'VE STILL GOT A PLACE IN MY HEART. Writer Leon Payne). . If the one you'd think is true ever turns his back on you. You've still got a place in my heart.
Born in the heat of the desert my mother died giving me life. Despised and disliked by my father blamed for the loss of his wife. You know Lord I've been in a prison for something I'd never done.
The news is out all over town that you've been seen a runnin' round. I know that I should leave but then I just can't go you win again. This heart of mine could never see what everybody knew but me.
YOU DON'T KNOCK. Writer W. Westbrook and C.A. Walton. . You don't knock you just walk on in the door to heaven's inn. There's love and joy for you to share the whole day through.
YOU CAN'T LAUGH (AT A FOOL). WRITER DON GIBSON. . Yes I really thought that you would be mine forever. I didn't ever really think that you would leave me ever.
YES, I'M HURTING. Writer Don Gibson. . Everywhere I go heartache just hurts me so. I can't escape from you, and I'm hurting. Sorrow is by my side, misery is my guide.