willie nelson
the local memory [#]
The lights go out each evening at eleven And up and down our block there's not a sound I close my eyes and search for peaceful slumber And just then the local memory comes around Piles of blues against the door to make sure sleep will come no more He's the hardest working memory in this town Turns out happiness again and then lets loneliness back in And each night the local memory comes around  Each day I say tonight I may escape him I pretend I'm happy and never even a frown But at night I close my eyes and pray sleep finds me But again the local memory comes around Rids the house of all good news then sets out my crying shoes What a faithful memory never lets me down We're both up till light of day chasing happiness away And each night the local memory comes around And each night the local memory comes around