Sometimes a Memory Ain't Enough
I have your pictures to look at and a memory that helps me when I'm blue
I play those old records that we used to dance to
But these things can't take the place of you
I need me two arms to hold me, warm and tender lips that I can touch (yes I do)
I play my game but it's not the same, sometimes a mem'ry just ain't enough
The thoughts of you help me keep up my mind together
And though it doesn't always helps it's true
Just remembering darling that one time you really loved me
It helps to ease the pain of losing you
I need me two arms to hold me warm and tender lips that I can touch
Yes I play my game but it's not the same, sometimes a mem'ry just ain't enough
Sometimes a mem'ry just ain't enough
Writer/s: Stan Kesler
