I Just Came Home To Count The Memories John Anderson
[G]I saw roses choking in the grass, flaking paint and [D]a broken window
The old man from the house across the street asked, Ã£HowÃ¢s it goinÃ¢ ?
and I said Ã£Fine.Ã¤
All the birds that sang their pretty songs arenÃ¢t singing like they did
when we were here.
[G]A mailbox barely standing by the driveway, I can alm[A]ost read the name.
But the expression on his face would make me think, that he could almost
read my mind.
ÃCause thereÃ¢s no happiness in music if somebody isnÃ¢t close enough to
[D]A swing-set and forgotten toys where little girls and boys played happy
That Johnson boy from down the road was askinÃ¢ if the kids could come
I picked a ragged daisy from itÃ¢s home out in the corner the yard --
[A]Everything I ever cared about is gone now,[D] but the memory still
Lord I wish I could have told him yes, but I just said, Ã£I guess no,
Ã£She loves me - She loves me not,Ã¤ Now I donÃ¢t have to wonder anymore.
[A]I just came home to count the memories, t[D]hat IÃ¢ve been counting in my
[A]I just came home to count the memo[D]ries, Ã° of a better day and time.
Ã° I guess itÃ¢s time to say good-bye.