[Verse 1] We were sitting round the supper table and the buzz of the frigidaire Was the only sound till momma laid down, a book she found upstairs It was covered in dust in the back of the closet Goodwill box we almost tossed it out We could have lost all those memories [Verse 2] There was a picture of mama in the pouring rain Ticket stubs to a Braves game Silver star and a baggage claim from Hanoi, Vietnam There was a picture of him calling on grandpa Leather skin from a baseball We laughed and cried, told stories all night long From the book of John [Verse 3] Now the pot of coffees almost gone, as we turn another page Were climbing on him like a Jungle Jim, watching his hair turn gray All the Polaroids are just reminders You cant hold life in a three ring binder We flipped on through them anyway [Verse 4] Theres a picture at his sister taken in July On the steps of the church pulling out his tie Hairs still wet from getting baptized, the brand new blue suit on An old set of keys to his Chevrolet A crumpled up receipt for a wedding ring We watched ourselves grow up there in his arms In the book of John See Tim McGraw LiveGet tickets as low as 105You might also like[Verse 5] That sun came up, we were wide awake Head to toe in black and gray Long black Lincoln waiting down the drive He was father, son, husband and friend I still flip through it every now and then When I need just a few words of advice Its almost like hes not really gone And I know one day Ill be passing on The book of John1
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