Does life still go to sleep just after sunset
Are the berries still as big on the vine
Do old men sit and talk about the old days
The way they did in 1949
I wonder what became of Kathern Ackers
The girl who broke my heart at seventeen
I barely can remember what she looks like
Thirty years ago she was my dream
For many years I’ve searched the wide world over
For what
I don’t recall and didn’t find
And now I’m searching pictures in my memory
For Tennessee 1949