| A | F#m | |
| Nickles and dimes, | memories and wine |
| D | E | |
| She's on his mind once | again |
| A | F#m | |
| The same ole' stool, the | same ole' fool |
| D | E | |
| Played by the rules but didn't | win |
| Bm | E | |
| There's an old love in his | heart that he can't lose |
| Bm | E | |
| He tried forgettin' but he | knows that it's no use |
| Chorus: |
| A | E | D | |
| He's got a | fool | hearted | memory |
| Bm | E | |
| It won't | let him see, that | she walked out the door |
| A | E | D | Bm | |
| He's got a | fool | hearted | memory, he sits | patiently |
| E | A | |
| Here every | night so it can fool him | more |
| Verse 2 |
| A | F#m | |
| She was his girl, | his only world |
| D | E | |
| That string of pearls that slipped | away |
| A | F#m | |
| A thousand dimes, | a thousand times |
| D | E | |
| He doesn't mind what they | say |
| Bm | E | |
| He fills the jukebox, then | plays the same ole' song |
| Bm | E | |
| He fills his glass and then he | turns her memory on |
| repeat chorus. |