MOST OF THE TIME
Words and Music by JIM REEVES

I just burned the picture that you gave me;
I just burned your love letters too.
I know that won't tear you from my memory,
But tell me what else I can do?

I gave away the things that remind me,
I hardly ever mention your name.
Our friends never see you beside me,
But I know you're there just the same.

Most of the time you'd think I'm happy,
Most of the time there's someone new.
But most of the time I feel like crying,
And most of the time that's what I do


Copyright 1962 by Tree Publishing Co., Inc.

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