David Allan Coe - Bottled memories

Here I sit ^Dbehind the bot^D7tle, like I've done so many ^Gtimes ^A7A-drinkin' to my new love, with my old love on my m^Dind That just ^Dain't no way to ^D7shake it, no one else can take her ^Gplace And the ^A7bottle holds the memory that a new love can't rep^Dlace

The ^Dbottle holds the memor^D7y of the times we used to ^Gshare ^A7She would not take me back again if I cried a million t^Dears So I ^Dsmile and run my fin^D7gers gently on my new love's ^Gface While I ^A7hold the bottled memory that time could not e^Drase

She don't ^Drealize I'm lon^D7ely, she thinks everything is ^Gfine Tell ^A7another joke bartender, Lord I'm about to lose my m^Dind I'm just ^Dgoin' thru the moti^D7ons, Lord I'll never win this ^Grace While I ^A7hold the bottled memory that time could not e^Drase

Here I ^Dsit behind this bo^D7ttle like I've done so many ^Gtimes ^A7Drinkin' to my new love with my old love on my ^Dmind That just a^Din't no way to s^D7hake it, no one else can take her ^Gplace Old Jerry ^A7Lee holds the memory that time cannot e^Drase Jerry ^A7Lee the Killer's got your memory baby, and time will not e^Drase ^A7

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