(M. Gray, N. MacDonald). The sands of time slip away, the pages turn day by day. And every night I pray for you, your guiding light sees me through. Love lasts forever, it never ends, one day in heaven we'll meet again.
I stopped off at the Quicksack. For some beer and cigarettes. The old man took my money. As he stared at my Corvette. He said, I had one just like her son,.
D G D. I stopped off at the quicksack for some beer & cigarettes. . G D A. This old man took my money as he stared at my Corvette. . D G. He said, I had one just like her son, in 1963.