Wanda Jackson — Your Memory Comes and Gets Me

You've got power over me that I just can't understand The good in you is gone and the devil has command I'd leave, but I can't stay, so what good would it do? When your memory comes and gets me and leads me back to you I just don't understand why I love you like I do My heart keeps searching for just a spark of good in you You've got such a hold on me every time I think I'm free Your memory comes and gets me and leads me back to you Every time I find the strength to pull myself away Every time I've got the nerve to say we're through You let me play awhile, then like a wayward child Your memory comes and gets me and leads me back to you Yes, you let me play awhile, then like a wayward child Your memory comes and gets me and leads me back to you