Memory Pain

Every time I see a woman

It makes me think about mine

Every time I see a woman

It make me think of mine

And the way she used to treat me

Boys, I just can't keep from cryin'

I used to come home in the evenin'

That woman would be gone

When I would come home in the evenin'

My woman would be gone

And when I would get up in the mornin'

Boys, she'd just be coming home

I don't see well and I'm absent minded

And I hardly sleep at all

My past has put me on a habit

Of nicotine and alcohol

It serve me right to suffer

Serve me right to be alone

Seems I'm still livin' with the memory

Of the days that's passed and gone