Verse:
Just some faded photographs, the trophies of his song filled past.
All his personal belongings just a few.
A well worn stetson smelled of smoke, an old guitar he used to stroke.
And all he left her were some memories wrapped in songs.

Verse:
Silver buckles, cowboy boots, a few old homemade Nudie suits.
Not worth near enough the cost to send him home.
With her these priceless things will stay, to keep forever and a day.
And all he left her were some memories wrapped in songs.

Chorus:
But if memories were gold and song and laughter could be sold.
All who loved him would be richer than a king.
The things he left her were not much, unless you count what you can't touch.
Yes all he left her were some memories wrapped in songs.

Instrumental Break

Verse:
No big insurance policy, not much social security.
He thought some day he'd write a song and make it big.
Now her troubadour has gone away, but through his songs he lives today.
And all he left her were some memories wrapped in songs.

Sing:
Yes all he left her were some memories wrapped in songs.

END

Copyrighted music and lyrics written by: Frank James Abela