Local Memory - Willie Nelson

The lights go out each evening at eleven

And up and down our block there’s not a sound

I close my eyes and search for peaceful slumber

And just then the local memory comes around

Piles of blues against the door

To make sure sleep will come no more

He’s the hardest working memory in this town

Turns out happiness again

And then lets loneliness back in

And each night the local memory comes around

Each day I say tonight I may escape him

I pretend I’m happy and never even a frown

But at night I close my eyes and pray sleep finds me

But again the local memory comes around

Rids the house of all good news

Then sets out my crying shoes

What a faithful memory never lets me down

We’re both up till light of day

Chasing happiness away

And each night the local memory comes around

Piles of blues against the door

To make sure sleep will come no more

It’s the hardest working memory in this town

Turns out happiness again

And then lets loneliness back in

And each night the local memory comes around

Yeah each night the local memory comes around