I was sittin’ at a table, in a little club downtown.
Playin’ songs on the juke box and pourin’ whiskey down.
When I heard a sweet voice sayin’ «would you like some company?».
And I had to tell her, «This is just between an old memory and me».
All my friends tell me that I’m a fool for holding on.
And I know they’re tryin’ to help me, but I’ve been a fool too long.
And I don’t want to talk about it, so why can’t they just let me be?
This is just between and old memory and me.
I’m not hurtin’ anybody as far as I can see,
I just need to be alone sometimes,
while she goes walkin’ through my mind. :Repeat 1x:
I don’t want to talk about it, so why can’t everybody see,
This is just between an old memory and me?
This is just between, her memory and me.