Souvenirs – John Prine
( Intro ) (D) (G) (A7) (D)
( 1 )
All the snow has turned to (G) water (A7)
Christmas days have come and (D) gone.
Broken toys and faded (G) colours (A7)
Are all that's left to linger (D) on.
I hate graveyards and old (G) pawn shops (A7)
For they always bring me (D) tears.
I can't forgive the way they (G) robbed me (A7)
Of my childhood souve(D)nirs
( Chorus )
(A7) Memories, they can't be (D) boughten.
(A7) They can't be won at carnivals for (D) free.
(A7) Well it took me years to (D) get those souvenirs,
And I (G) don't know how they slipped away from (A7) me.
( 2 )
Broken hearts and dirty (G) windows (A7)
Make life difficult to (D) see.
That's why last night and this (G) morning (A7)
Always look the same to (D) me.
And I hate reading old love (G) letters (A7)
For they always bring me (D) tears.
I can't forget the way they (G) robbed me (A7)
Of my sweetheart's souve(D)nirs. ( Chorus )
[Thanks to Jim Burns for tabs]
