(Tom T. Hall)

Take these arms of mine throw them away
They're just souvenirs of some other days
Take these lips of mine they're useless to me
They're just souvenirs of things that used to be.

They're just souvenirs and who needs 'em now
They're just bits and pieces of my yesterday anyhow
Take this old heart of mine it's been beating too long
It's just a souvenir of something that went wrong.

Take my yesterdays the minutes the hours
They're just souvenirs they'll fade like the flowers
Take these eyes before I see her again
They're just souvenirs of things that might have been.

They're just souvenirs and who needs 'em now
They're just bits and pieces of my yesterday anyhow
Take this old heart of mine it's been beating too long
It's just a souvenir of something that went wrong.

Old T's just a souvenir of something that went wrong...