(Pam Tillis/Rick Carnes)

My eyes may be hollow
My face my be pale
I may be just a shadow of my former self
But tonight the ghost of heartaches past
Is steppin' into town
Gonna haunt the places where we used to hang around

Draggin' my chains,draggin' my chains
Movin' in slow motion but it's motion just the same
Pulling the weight of yesterday's pain
I may be free yet,but
Draggin' my chains

Some chains are made of gold
Some chains are made of steel
Just 'cause you can't see these chains
Don't mean they're not real
Until I find the weakest link in your memory
I'll be a prisoner of your love tryin' to break free