Letras:Delbert McClinton. Your Memory, Me, And The Blues.

I wake up each morning with you on my mind
It's funny how sweet dreams can be so unkind
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get over you
A creature of habit in all that I do
When I make coffee, I still make coffee for two
But it should be for three
Your memory, me, and the blues.

The day that you left I promised myself
That I was gonna be just fine
But now with you gone and I?m here all alone
I can't get you out of my mind

I just sit home nights missing your touch
Thinking about when it was the two of us
But now it's we three, your memory, me, and the blues

I just sit home nights missing your touch
Thinking about when it was the two of us
But now it's we three, your memory, me, and the blues