Tim McGraw

Tim McGraw - Book Of John

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We were sitting 'round the supper table and the buzz of the frigid air
Was the only sound 'til Mama 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've lost all those memories

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 'em crawling on Grandpa
Leather skin from a baseball
We laughed and cried, told stories all night long
From the Book of John

Now the pot of coffee's almost gone as we turn another page
Climbing on him like a jungle gym watching his hair turn grey
All the Polaroids are just reminders, you can't hold life in a three-ring binder
But we flipped on through 'em anyway

There's a picture of his sister taken mid-July
On the steps of the church pulling at his tie
Hair still wet from getting baptized, a 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

That sun came up, we were wide awake
Head to toe in black and grey, a 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

It's almost like he's not really gone
And I know one day I'll be passing on
The Book of John
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Author: Jon Mark Nite, Greg Becker

Composer: Jon Mark Nite, Greg Becker

Publisher: McGraw Music, LLC


Released in: 2013

Language: English

Appearing on: Two Lanes Of Freedom (2012) , Two Lanes Of Freedom (Accelerated DeLuxe) (2012)

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