Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset babe Red lips and rosy cheeks He's so tall, and handsome as hell He's so bad but he does it so well Wildest dreams (ah ah) You see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Some

This lovely day will lengthen into evening We'll sigh goodbye to all we ever had Alone where we have walked together I'll remember April and be glad I'll be content you loved me once in April Your lips were warm and love and spring were new I'm not

Please, celebrate me home, Give me a number, Please, celebrate me home Play me one more song, Celebrate, celebrate Well I'm finally here, But I'm bound to roam, Come on celebrate me home That I'll always remember,

I cried a river over you Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head While you never shed a tear Remember, I remember all that you said Told me love was too plebeian Told me you were through with me And now

Please remember I still want you and in case you wonder why, Well, just wake up, kiss that good life goodbye. It's the good life, full of fun, seems to be the ideal, Yes, the good life, lest you hide all the sadness you feel, You won't really fall in

Oh well (say) I don't suppose you have a moment to spare me Do you? Do you? I have the suspicion you're not being yourself Remember I told you, I need you Remember the spark that was there All of the words that I'm saying Are just a fancy way of saying

Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell I'll see you again in the afterlife But it's not the end of the chapter I remember it like it just happened I could've sworn it was a dream But in reality it hit me like a nightmare Or at least that's how it seemed I

The day the freebird fell Oh, I remember it well So many cried when Ronnie died He never said farewell What he'd say in a southern song Stories told still here long I was just a teenage boy on my way to school Freebird fell Mama mad at me for me 'cause I

No woman, no cry Ev'rything's gonna be alright In a government yard in Trenchtown Ev'rything's gonna be alright well And I remember when we used to sit Oba, oba-serving the hypocrites As we would mingle with the good people we meet Good friends we have

I remember what my daddy taught me 'Bout how one risky is in a cold ditch And one more thing about good and evil You can't tell which is which Well, if the rest is lost and history Or maybe wasted on a fool like me And that these bare bones Would leave