When Times Were Good

There’s a Place, I can go, in my memories,
Back to a life I chose to leave behind
And sometime I still need to remember
When Times were good, and you were mine
I’m still livin' with my reasons for leaving
They must have seemed more important at the time,
Now I only dream about the two of us,
When times were good, and you were mine.
I still have everything that came between us
My old guitar and a weakness for the wine
So tonight I thought I’d write one for the memories
When times were good, and you were mine.
There’s a Golden Eagle rollin out of Memphis
And a country singer still caught between the lines
And I know that this old road I’m on will never lead me
Where times were good, and you were mine
I still have everything that came between us
Like My old guitar and this weakness for the wine,
So Tonight I Thought I’d write one for the memories
Where times were good, and you were mine.