Old Photographs - Charley Pride

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