(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