(Jim Weatherly)      I've taken down all of her pictures   I've cleaned out all of her drawers   I've painted over the scratches   From all of our little wars.      I've put away every gift   That she ever gave to me   Now everything is in its place   Except for her memory.      And where do I put her memory   When it haunts me night and day   I can't hide it in the closet   And Lord, I can't throw it away.      And where do I put her memory   When it's always in my mind   I can't chase it, erase it, I just have to face it   It's gonna be there a long, long time.      I got rid of the pillow   Where she used to lay her head   I've picked up her hairpins and curlers that she dropped   On her side of the bed.      I've locked away each souvenir   And thrown away the key   Now everything is in it's place   Except for her memory.      And where do I put her memory   When it haunts me night and day   I can't hide it in the closet   And Lord, I can't throw it away.      And where do I put her memory   When it's always in my mind   I can't chase it, erase it, I just have to face it   It's gonna be there a long, long time.      It's gonna be there a long, long time...