John Prine - Souvineers

All the snow has turned to ^Gwater ^A7 Christmas days have come and ^Dgone. Broken toys and faded ^Gcolours ^A7 Are all that's left to linger ^Don. I hate graveyards and old ^Gpawn shops ^A7 For they always bring me ^Dtears. I can't forgive the way they ^Grobbed me ^A7 Of my childhood souve ^Dnirs

^A7Memories, they can't be ^Dboughten. ^A7They can't be won at carnivals for ^Dfree. ^A7Well it took me years to ^Dget those souvenirs, And I ^Gdon't know how they slipped away from ^A7me.

Broken hearts and dirty ^Gwindows ^A7 Make life difficult to ^Dsee. That's why last night and this ^Gmorning ^A7 Always look the same to ^Dme. And I hate reading old love ^Gletters ^A7 For they always bring me ^Dtears. I can't forget the way they ^Grobbed me ^A7 Of my sweetheart's souve ^Dnirs.

^A7Memories, they can't be ^Dboughten. ^A7They can't be won at carnivals for ^Dfree. ^A7Well it took me years to ^Dget those souvenirs, And I ^Gdon't know how they slipped away from ^A7me.