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I don´t know if I can let it go
My fingers clenched white as snow
You packed your world in a wooden suitcase
What you left behind time can´t erase

We spent 52 years giving all we had
Raised seven kids on that plot of land
There´s still your loose change and your buttons on your washing stand
You left one big house for this lonely man

I miss holding your hands on Sunday
Talking over the TV
Watching the braves games
And I know that the good lord called you up yonder
I guess what they say is true
Cause your absence makes this weary heart grow fonder

I found your old cook books but the biscuits ain´t right
And how do you work this damn coffee pot

All my shirt tails are wrinkled, and bed is still made
Cause your smell still lingers on where you laid

I hung up all your dresses and the dogs they´re doing fine
I can´t remember the brand you used to buy
Molly got her braces off and she smiles so big
Davie is still as skinny as a whittled old twig

I miss holding your hands on Sundays
Talking over the TV
Watching the braves games
And I know that the good lord called you up yonder
I guess what they say is true
Cause your absence makes this weary heart grow fonder

Well I miss holding your hands on Sundays
Talking over the TV
Watching the braves games
And I know that the good lord called you up yonder
I guess what they say is true
Cause your absence makes this weary heart grow fonder

Jason and Margaret they´re expecting one more
You´d be happy to know I fixed that cabinet door