(aaron tippin/buddy brock)

It was a quarter till three on the day that we met
Exactly nine o five on the night that she left
Well I tried my best but I still cant forget
How good she used to be
And its just too bad Ive got a good memory
Good memories are hard to leave behind
Ive got a bushel basket of em running through my mind
I still love her but she dont love me
And its just too bad Ive got a good memory
Lord, its just too bad Ive got a good memory

She had a front page smile and a watch-me walk
Left a love light burning that I cant turn off
Her first impression left a lasting thought
That keeps coming back to me
And its just too bad Ive got a good memory

Good memories are hard to leave behind
Ive got a bushel basket of em running through my mind
I still love her but she dont love me
And its just too bad Ive got a good memory
Lord, its just too bad Ive got a good memory

And its just too bad Ive got a good memory
Lord, its just too bad Ive got a good memory