Drifter
They call me a drifter from time to time
I'll take mine
There's a pain deep inside since she said goodbye
Well I tried, yes I tried, to keep her satisfied
And the only thing left is a memory
When the mornin' sun comes out
Wonder where can she be?
I see her picture in my mind, and I cannot see.
Though I tried, yes I tried, to keep her satisfied
And the only thing left is the memory
Well I tried, yes I tried, to keep her satisfied
And the only thing left is a memory
Well I tried, yes I tried, to keep her satisfied
And the only thing left is a memory
And the only thing left is a memory
Writer/s: LLOYD CONGER
