(Monty Powell/Reed Nielsen)
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I went through the closet back in my old home
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Found a letterman's jacket so I slipped it on
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Deep in the pocket still folded up tight
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Was the letter you wrote to tell me goodbye
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The minute I saw it I just had to smile
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It smelled like old leather as smooth as a child
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I took a deep breath then put it away
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There was no need to read it I knew just what it would say
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I know the words by heart, I know every line
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From this ain't easy to you'll get along just fine
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I know every comma, every question mark
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No I don't have to look I know the words by heart
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Seems like home movies flash through my head
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The homecoming game, that night on my bed
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The words that you wrote still cut me in two
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How you said you still cared but that we were through
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I know the words by heart, I know every line
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From this ain't easy to you'll get along just fine
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I know every comma, every question mark
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No I don't have to look I know the words by heart
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Ain't it funny how a memory can play tricks on your mind
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I don't remember a thing from my classes but I can quote you every line
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I took off my jacket and put it away
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With your note in the pocket like I found it that day
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Poured me a beer then pictured your face
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And drank a silent toast to things that time can't erase
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I know the words by heart, I know every line
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From this ain't easy to you'll get along just fine
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I know every comma, every question mark
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No I don't have to look I know the words by heart
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I know the words by heart, I know every line
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From this ain't easy to you'll get along just fine
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I know every comma, every question mark
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No I don't have to look I know the words by heart
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I know the words
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Words By Heart
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| Billy Ray Cyrus |
