it gets quiet around town
Cause everybody is sleeping off,
burning the last one down
An d there's an old guitar
There's some eggs on the stove
And there's that old freight train horn
Blowing like a ghost through the fall
ten million cars lined up
In the lot at the shopping mall
And all the good old boys will be AWOL
From their good old desks
Yeah, it seems like the world
every time there's a game on TV
Meanwhile, little girls and boys
are sleeping in the streets
So me, I grab my boots, I grab my hat,
and I head out for a walk
Past that Tennessee riverside,
that's my favorite place not to talk
Where I remember all my good times,
memory was all I was ever gonna
Well, if the world's a stage,
And I can only take it day by day
Cause see, the poets in the sky
went wild with the storyline
has been weighing on my mind
By giving silver and gold
Crown of thorns to the king
And not one line about the queen
They got a rising tide on the timeline
A smokestack cloud in the sky
And they dressed up true love
I remember all my good times,
memory was all I was ever gonna
So what can you do but climb
fill a fire if you need to warm your feet
crack open that champagne
and gobble up all the black eyed peas
yeah i know we all need relief
so i'll compose a song for you an d me
and beg the poets in the sky
choices we just can't see coming
and i remember all my good
Memory was all I was ever gonna have
I remember all my good times
Memory was all I was ever gonna
