This morning at dawn, Lord
I pulled into town
Had some coffee and talked
With some old friends of mine
Laughing about the good times
They all remembered
But then I remembered the time
And I said
"No, I don't think much
About her no more
And, you know, seldom if ever
Does she cross my mind"
Yesterday's gone, Lord
It's better forgotten
Like the poison red berries
To die
On the vine
Lord, I can see
All the bright lights back in Dallas
As yesterday moves
Like a dream through my mind
I didn't suppose
I'd ever forget her
And you know
It took such a long time
But you know
I don't think much
About her no more
Seldom if ever
Does she cross my mind
Yesterday's gone, Lord
It's better forgotten
Like the poison red berries
That cling to the mind