| 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 |