Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around

Every mile, a memory Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams From some old movie going back in time, you and me Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene Country roads, old theater