The correct lyrics for Souvenirs, co written by John Prine and Steve Goodman are as follows:
All the snow has turned to water,
Christmas days have come and gone.
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that's left to linger on.
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops,
For they always bring me tears.
I can't forgive the way they robbed me
Of my childhood souvenirs.
Memories, they can't be bought. (Hmm..)
They can't be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs,
And I don't know how they slipped away from me.
Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see.
That's why last night and this morning
Always look the same to me.
And I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears.
I can't forget the way they robbed me,
Of my sweetheart souvenirs.
Memories they can't be bought. (Hmm...)
They can't be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs
And I don't know how they slipped away from me.
This is really one of the loveliest songs ever written. The material things one runs across from
time to time can be reminders of moments almost forgotten.
The only change I'd make is to the chorus.
It's a subtle difference - Should be....
The only change I'd make is to the chorus.
It's a subtle difference - Should be....
Memories, they can't be boughten.
They can't be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs,
And i don't know how they slipped away from me.
Memories, they can't be boughten.
They can't be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs,
And i don't know how they slipped away from me.
The correct lyrics for Souvenirs, co written by John Prine and Steve Goodman are as follows:
All the snow has turned to water, Christmas days have come and gone. Broken toys and faded colors Are all that's left to linger on. I hate graveyards and old pawn shops, For they always bring me tears. I can't forgive the way they robbed me Of my childhood souvenirs.
Memories, they can't be bought. (Hmm..) They can't be won at carnivals for free. Well it took me years to get those souvenirs, And I don't know how they slipped away from me.
Broken hearts and dirty windows Make life difficult to see. That's why last night and this morning Always look the same to me. And I hate reading old love letters For they always bring me tears. I can't forget the way they robbed me, Of my sweetheart souvenirs.
Memories they can't be bought. (Hmm...) They can't be won at carnivals for free. Well it took me years to get those souvenirs And I don't know how they slipped away from me.
This is really one of the loveliest songs ever written. The material things one runs across from time to time can be reminders of moments almost forgotten.
The only change I'd make is to the chorus. It's a subtle difference - Should be....
The only change I'd make is to the chorus. It's a subtle difference - Should be....
Memories, they can't be boughten. They can't be won at carnivals for free. Well it took me years to get those souvenirs, And i don't know how they slipped away from me.
Memories, they can't be boughten. They can't be won at carnivals for free. Well it took me years to get those souvenirs, And i don't know how they slipped away from me.
The only change you made appears to boughten, but boughten is word and that is what I hear when I listen to the song.
The only change you made appears to boughten, but boughten is word and that is what I hear when I listen to the song.