🅰️Memories of Salad Days RIP KRIS KRISTOFFERSON

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From me to you, thank you for being there in my Salad Days, RIP Kris Kristofferson

[intro]

[verse 1]

The old singer, stared out the motel window,

heavy rain, caused the neon sign to flash.

Reflections of the light, in pools of water,

rats jump the rivers, in the gutters full of trash.

[verse 2]

Formica tabletop, a pattern of cigarette burns,

held the paper, with the advert for the auction.

The empty guitar stand, a vase without a flower.

He didn't want to sell it, he never had an option.

[pre-chorus]

Years ago, he'd been someone in Nashville,

Headlinin' across the Continent.

The royalties from the record plays,

barely covered the motel rent.

[chorus]

The man and his guitar, arenas and the fame,

singer an' the song, knew how to play the game.

Those years have all gone, old hits he never plays,

All he's got left now, are memories of salad days.

[verse 3]

Got the bus to the auction, got off a block away,

pulled his hat over his eyes, not his finest day.

CW memorabilia, top of the list, a pair of Kris's boots,

his guitar was near the end, after one of Willie's suits.

[pre-chorus]

Years ago, he'd been someone in Nashville,

Headlinin' across the Continent.

The royalties from the record plays,

barely covered the motel rent.

[chorus]

The man and his guitar, arenas and the fame,

singer an' the song, knew how to play the game.

Those years have all gone, old hits he never plays,

All he's got left now, are memories of salad days.

[verse 4]

The items brought back memories, tears in his eyes.

All those faces, laughin', singin', not with us any more.

An now, ladies an' gentlemen, an item from long ago,

I'm not sure he's still with us, but a star you all know.

[chorus]

The man and his guitar, arenas and the fame,

singer an' the song, knew how to play the game.

Those years have all gone, old hits he never plays,

All he's got left now, are memories of salad days.

[bridge]

Last call folks, I can't believe it either, goin' at 600 K,

The old man wiped the tears, flowing down his face.

His friends from yesterday, were lookin' down on him,

picked him out the gutter, put him in a better place.

[chorus]

The man and his guitar, arenas and the fame,

singer an' the song, knew how to play the game.

Those years have all gone, old hits he never plays,

All he's got left now, are memories of salad days.

[outro]