About the song
Let’s sit down and talk about a timeless love song, a melody that has touched the hearts of generations. We’re talking about ‘**Fool Hearted Memory**’ by country music legend George Strait. You see, George is more than just a singer; he’s a storyteller, an artist who can turn everyday moments into timeless melodies.
In ‘**Fool Hearted Memory**’, George takes us on a nostalgic journey, where memories of a lost love still linger in our minds. His deep, soulful voice pours heartfelt confidences into our ears, making us feel like we’re sitting next to an old friend, reminiscing about the past.
This song is more than just a love song; it’s a meditation on the complexities of love and regret. George doesn’t shy away from expressing human frailty, the difficulty of facing past mistakes. He sings about moments when we wish we could turn back time and fix the mistakes we’ve made.
The melody of ‘**Fool Hearted Memory**’ is full of traditional country, with gentle acoustic guitar and soulful fiddle. These instruments blend together, creating a warm and intimate musical space, like a flickering fire on a cold winter night.
And perhaps what makes ‘**Fool Hearted Memory**’ so special is the sincerity that George Strait puts into each line. He doesn’t try to hide his emotions; instead, he shares them openly and honestly, like a friend pouring out his heart.
So, next time you’re looking for a relaxing and contemplative song, turn to ‘**Fool Hearted Memory**’ by George Strait. I believe that you will find there a sympathy, an understanding, and a little bit of yourself.
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Lyrics
Nickels and dimes, memories and wines – she’s on his mind once again.
The same old stool, the same old fool; played by the rules, but didn’t win.
There’s an old love in his heart that he can’t lose.
He tried forgettin’, but he knows that it’s no use.[Chorus:]
He’s got a fool hearted memory.
It won’t let him see that she walked out the door.
He’s got a fool hearted memory,
And he sits patiently here every night so it can fool him more.She was his girl, his only whirl, that string of pearls that slipped away.
A thousand dimes, a thousand times – he doesn’t mind what they say.
He fills the jukebox, and plays the same old song.
He fills his glass, and then he turns her memory on.But it’s a fool hearted memory.
It won’t let him see that she walked out the door.
He’s got a fool hearted memory.
And he sits patiently here every night so it can fool him more.He’s got a fool hearted memory.
It won’t let him see that she walked out the door.
He’s got a fool hearted memory.
And he sits patiently here every night so it can fool him more.
