Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
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
Your Memory Comes and Gets Me was written by Bill Graham & Tommy Jackson.
Your Memory Comes and Gets Me was produced by Joe Allison.