Memory Pain

Serves me right to suffer
Serves me right to be alone
Serves me right to suffer
Serves me right to be alone
Still living with the memory
Lord, of the days that are past and gone

Every time I see a woman
Makes me think of mine
Every time I see a woman
Makes me think of mine
The way she treats me, mama
Lord, I just can't keep from crying

Serves me right to suffer
I get home in the evening
My woman would be gone
When I get home in the evening
Lord, my woman, woman gone, gone, gone

When I get up in the morning
Woman's lies just be coming on

Serves me right to suffer
Serves me right to be alone
Serves me right to suffer
Serves me right to be alone
Still living with the memory
Lord, of the days that are past and gone
They are past and gone