(Written by Lew DeWitt)

I wanna carry your sweet memories to my grave.

At last I've broken off the chain
Now just a few shoppin' marts from Maine
Now and then a little jolt of sorrow hit my mind
But after a while I soon forget the pain.

And go on with sweet memories of you
And find that I can live my life anew
And I erase each thought that I might want you back again
And I remember all you put me through.

I don't wanna' be your servant anymore
I don't wanna' be your slave
I just wanna' remember all the good times that we shared
And carry those sweet memories to my grave.

And now I'm free of most the pain
And I don't wanna' hurt that way again
If I catch me longin' for the way things used to be
I just pick up a piece of broken chain.

That chain recalls alot for me
I'm reminded how things used to be
There's just some things I'd rather not remember about you
I just wanna' have sweet memories.

I don't wanna' be your servant anymore
I don't wanna' be your slave
I just wanna' remember all the good times that we shared
And carry those sweet memories to my grave.

I don't wanna' be your servant anymore
I don't wanna' be your slave
I just wanna' remember all the good times that we shared
And carry those sweet memories to my grave...