C
F
C
You can find me in a dim lighted bar-room
G7
If your cold should ever turn warm
C
F
C
But the chances of you ever changing
G7
C
Are as slim as your two loving arms
F
C
So I’m turning off a memory
D7
G7
As quickly as time will allow
C
F
C
I’m turning off a memory
G7
C
And the wine seems to help me somehow
F
C
So if I’m lucky I’ll someday forget her
G7
When the wine finally takes full control
C
F
C
It’s not much of a future to look to
G7
C
But I can’t stand this pain in my soul
F
C
So I’m turning off a memory
D7
G7
As quickly as time will allow
C
F
C
I’m turning off a memory
G7
C
And the wine seems to help me somehow
C
D7
F
G7
