Willie Nelson

A past that's sprinkled with the blues, a few old dreams that I
can't use, who'll buy my mem'ries, of things that used to be.
There were the smiles, before the tears, and with the smiles
some better years, who'll buy my mem'ries of things, that used to
be.
When I remember how things were, my memories all lead to her, I'd
like to start my life a new, but memories just make me blue.
A cottage small just built for two, a garden wall with violets
blue, who'll buy my mem'ries of things that used to be.
When I remember how things were, my memories all lead to her, I'd
like to start my life a new, but memories just make me blue.
A cottage small just built for two, a garden wall with violets
blue, who'll buy my mem'ries of things that used to be.
Who'll buy my mem'ries of things that used to be.