I Don't Think About Her No More - Don Williams

I don’t think much about her no more

Seldom if ever does she cross my mind

Yesterdays gone, it’s better forgotten

Like the poison red berries to die, on the vine

This morning at dawn Lord I pulled into town

Had some coffee and talked with some old friends of mine

Laughing at the good times they remembered

Then I remembered a time

Lord I can still see the bright lights back in Dallas

As yesterday moves like a dream through my mind

I didn’t suppose that I’d ever forget her

And you know it took such a long time

But I don’t think much about her no more

Seldom if ever does she cross my mind

Yesterdays gone, Lord it’s better forgotten

Like the poison red berries that cling, to the mind