Lyrics
I was sitting at a table
In a little club downtown
Playing songs on the jukebox
And pouring whiskey down
When I heard a sweet voice saying
Would you like some company
I had to tell her, this is just between
An old memory and me
All my friends tell me
That I'm a fool for holding on
And I know they're trying to help me
But I've been a fool ain't too long
And I don't wanna talk about it
Why can't they just let me be
Why can't they see, this is just between
An old memory and me
Well, I'm not hurting anybody
As far as I can see
I just need to be alone sometimes
While she goes walking through my mind
I don't wanna talk about it
Why can't they just let me be
This is just between
An old memory and me
This is just between
An old memory and me
In a little club downtown
Playing songs on the jukebox
And pouring whiskey down
When I heard a sweet voice saying
Would you like some company
I had to tell her, this is just between
An old memory and me
All my friends tell me
That I'm a fool for holding on
And I know they're trying to help me
But I've been a fool ain't too long
And I don't wanna talk about it
Why can't they just let me be
Why can't they see, this is just between
An old memory and me
Well, I'm not hurting anybody
As far as I can see
I just need to be alone sometimes
While she goes walking through my mind
I don't wanna talk about it
Why can't they just let me be
This is just between
An old memory and me
This is just between
An old memory and me
About "Between An Old Memory And Me"
Dylan Scott stands at a crossroads of heart and habit, the title itself a tightrope between nostalgia and ruin. The song’s country core quivers with the weight of a ghost—old love lingering like a scent in a room—while the melody offers no easy escape, only the honest ache of being caught.