Текст Charley Pride – Old Photographs

Here is one that we took one Sunday afternoon
I remember it was in the summertime
On the back it says eight eleven sixty five
The same day you promised to be mine

But old pictures have a way of fading
Like a love that wasn’t meant to be
Still each night I dig out the family album
But old photographs sure get to me

Here it is it’s the last one that we took together
Though it’s faded a little more than the rest
I suppose it’s because of all the tearstains on it
Bit it’s the one that to me you look the best

But old pictures have a way of fading
Like a love that wasn’t meant to be
Still each night I dig out the family album
But old photographs sure get to me
Yes old photographs sure get to me