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Intro

You know, I don't think much about him no more

 And seldom if ever does he cross my mind

Yesterday's gone, for it's better forgotten

 Like the poison red berries to die, on the vine

Intro

This morning at dawn, Lord, I pulled into town

Had some coffee and talked with some old friends of mine

Laughing at the good times they remembered

And then I remembered a time

Lord I can still see the bright lights back in Dallas

 As yesterday moves like a dream through my mind

I didn't suppose that I'd ever forget him

 And you know it took such a long time

But I don't think much about him no more

Seldom if ever does he cross my mind

Yesterday's gone, Lord it's better forgotten

It's like the poison red berries that clings to the mind