Old Flame Burns - Erik Moll
Your letter came
But I never knew
I was already gone
Though we were through
Tried to blot you out
Never looked back
Almost forgot
That old broke down shack
Now the warm wind wisper, and the big wheel turns
The river keeps-a-rollin
And the old flame burns, the old flame burns
Fast years in the city
Lost in the crowd
I was empty and angry
lonely and too proud
Takin too many chances
Guess I knew what Id find
Walked right into trouble
Man, I must have been blind
I took to ramblin
with a minstrel show
Learnin the hard way
You reap what you sow
Drinkin and singin
So bitter sweet
Bout a wonderfull woman
I`d love to meet