I was sittin' at a table, in a little club downtown.
Playin' songs on the juke box and pourin' whiskey down.
When I heard a sweet voice sayin' "would you like some company?".
And I had to tell her, "This is just between an old memory and me".

All my friends tell me that I'm a fool for holding on.
And I know they're tryin' to help me, but I've been a fool too long.
And I don't want to talk about it, so why can't they just let me be?
This is just between and old memory and me.

I'm not hurtin' anybody as far as I can see,
I just need to be alone sometimes,
while she goes walkin' through my mind. :Repeat 1x:

I don't want to talk about it, so why can't everybody see,
This is just between an old memory and me?

This is just between, her memory and me.