C                                       F            Dm
Well look here I drew a picture of the one who went away
C                           G
I had no one to talk to but sure had a lot to say
C                                      F            Dm
She didn't leave a photograph so I'll tell you honestly
C                  G           F    C
That this had to be Painted by memory

(refrão)
F                                                 C
And those are the eyes that never want to see me again
F                                                G
And those are the lips that said my heart would mend
C                                  F          Dm
It may not look just like her but don't blame me
C                   G           F    C
Because it had to be painted by memory
Oh I know that this could never be called a work of art
But in some way I could just display the canvas of my heart
Well you'd know I did the best I could and you'd be proud of me
Because this had to be painted by memory

(refrão)

I'm not a grand old painter so exuse the artistry
Because it had to be painted my memory