MEMEORY OF MYSELF

I'm traveling down that road of life

I've been there, done that, sometimes twice

From coast to coast, north to south

From the biggest city to the smallest town

These old wheels keep on rolling

I see myself coming and going

I'm just a memory of myself

A walking talking history

All the stories I could tell

With every day I leave behind

The less I do, the more I find

I'm just a memory of myself

I've hung my hat down in San Antone

And I called the Windy City home

I drove out west on 66

I had my name in lights on the Sunset Strip

I drove a New York City taxi cab

Well, I could write a book on the times I've had

I'm just a memory of myself

A walking talking history

All the stories I could tell

With every day I leave behind

The less I do, the more I find

I'm just a memory of myself

I'm just a memory of myself

A walking talking history

All the stories I could tell

With every day I leave behind

The less I do, the more I find

I'm just a memory

I'm just a memory

I'm just a memory of myself