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.