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CWe were sittin' Ground the supper table and the Cbuzz of the GfrigidDaire
Was the Conly Gsound 'til momma laid down a Embook she found Dupstairs
CIt was covered in Gdust in the back of the closet
CGoodwill Gbox we almost tossed it out C G
We could have lost Emall those memories D
There was a Gpicture of mama in the pouring rain
Em Ticket stubs to a Braves game
Am Silver star and a baggage claim from CHanoi DVietnam
There was a Gpicture of him callin' on grandpa
Em Leather skin from a baseball
We Amlaughed and cried told stories all night Dlong
DFrom the book of John C G C G D C G Em D
Now the Cpot of Gcoffee's almost gone as we Cturn Ganother pageD
We're Cclimbing on Ghim like a Jungle Jim Emwatching his hair turn Dgray
All the CPolaroids are Gjust reminders
You Ccan't hold life in a Gthree ring binder
We Cflipped on Gthrough 'em anyway D
There's a Gpicture at his sister taken in July
On the Emsteps of the church pulling out his tie
AmHair's still wet from gettin' baptized the Cbrand new blue suit Don
An Gold set of keys to his Chevrolet
A Emcrumpled up receipt for a wedding ring
We Amwatched ourselves grow up there in his Darms
DIn the book of John
CGCGCGC
That Dsun came up we were wide awake
CHead to toe in black and gray
GLong black Lincoln waiting down the Ddrive
DHe was father son husband and friend
I Cstill flip through it every now and then
When GI need just a few words of advDice
It's Calmost Glike he's not Emreally Dgone
And CI know Gone day I'll be Empassin' Don
The book of John C G C G D C G Em D/G
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