Lyrics
drove down to the old place a couple a days ago, where i grew up riding next to you, learning everything i know, i noticed just how green things were when i pulled through the gate, like the greener pastures up there where we'll meet again someday, wish i'd have thought to slip a phone in the pocket of your suit, when the good lord called you home on that sunny day in june, then i could send a picture of all the things you touched, to think a man who led such a simple life could leave behind so much, it's just a lot of little things but they mean the world to me, everywhere i look there's one more memory, there's a little bit of you in everything i see, seems to rain now all the time, hadn't seen this much in years, didn't take you long to send back home some answers to our prayers, a lot of things are different now but so much is still the same, and i accidentally dial your number almost every day, wish i'd have thought to slip a phone in the pocket of your suit, when the good lord called you home on that sunny day in june, then i could send a picture of all the things you touched, to think a man who led such a simple life could leave behind so much, it's just a lot of little things but they mean the world to me, everywhere i look there's one more memory, there's a little bit of you in everything i see, if somehow you could find that cloud with my stuff locked away, dust it off and you could see the things i send you everyday, yeah, i could send a picture of your great grandson growing up, tell you one more time i love you and that i miss you so much, sometimes it's the little things that really get to me, everywhere i look there's one more memory, there's a little bit of you in everything i see, everywhere i look there's one more memory, there's a little bit of you in everything i see
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Artist: strait, george