Love is a Memory

Love is a memory. That's how it use to be. But I keep holding on to that loving memory.

I use to know me a good woman. She was mighty nice to me. But I'd stay out all night shuck and jivin. I'd hit on every woman I'd see. But I keep holdin on to that loving memory.

Oooh the night is cold. I'm getting old, I'm gettin old. My ship is long gone. But I keep holding on.
Love is a memory. That's how it use to be. But I keep holding on to that loving memory.

Love is a memory. That's how it use to be. But I keep holding on to that loving memory