Dementia Blues
She promised
forever only to forget
Today is the
day that we first met
Take me home
down by the Greens
It’s in
Grenada that she means
Dementia
blues I forgot all the words
Dementia
blues I can’t play the chords
Dementia
blues my love is still real
Dementia
blues it hurts when I feel
Sometimes
angry then weeping tears
Taking trips
into her former years
I’m not a
child she boldly proclaims
Always
calling me by different names
Dementia
blues I forgot all the words
Dementia
blues I can’t play the chords
Dementia
blues my love is still real
Dementia
blues it hurts when I feel
The stores
all know her up and down Grove Street
They’ll
bring her inside and give her a treat
I’ll get a
call waking me from a morning rest
What once
was a pleasure is an endless test
It’s what
they call by the long goodbye
Halfway in
the grave I see her lie
After such a
troubled life you have to ask ‘Why?’
But God in
his kindness never does reply
Dementia
blues I forgot all the words
Dementia
blues I can’t play the chords
Dementia
blues my love is still real
Dementia
blues it hurts when I feel
And you just
don’t want to let go
Late at
night in fright tears flow
What I loved
is already gone
Still to the
memories you cling on
Dementia
blues I forgot all the words
Dementia
blues I can’t play the chords
Dementia
blues my love is still real
Dementia
blues it hurts when I feel
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