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i don't think about her no more
Don Williams
I donââ?¬â?¢t think much about her no moreSeldom if ever does she cross my mind
Yesterdays gone, itââ?¬â?¢s better forgotten
Like the poison red berries to die, on the vine
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
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 didnââ?¬â?¢t suppose that Iââ?¬â?¢d ever forget her
And you know it took such a long time
But I donââ?¬â?¢t think much about her no more
Seldom if ever does she cross my mind
Yesterdays gone, Lord itââ?¬â?¢s better forgotten
Like the poison red berries that cling, to the mind