Let me tell you about a song that I wrote
especially for my friends with drinking problems.
Or maybe I should say my friends with problems enough to drink.
Anyway,
it's just an old theme of a man sitting
in a barroom trying to drown his past.
It's called,
I'm Turning Off a Memory.
You
can find me in a *** lighted barroom
If your coldness should ever turn warm
But the chances of you ever changing
Are as slim as your two loving arms
So I'm turning off
a memory As quickly as time
will allow
I'm turning off
a memory
And the wine seems to help me somehow
If I'm lucky I'll someday forget you
When the wine finally takes full control It's not much
of a future to look to
But I can't stand this pain in my soul So I'm turning off
a memory
As quickly as time
will allow I'm turning off
a memory
And the wine seems to help me somehow
And the wine seems to help me somehow