Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 You've 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 one lonely man [Chorus] 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 Your absence makes this weary heart grow fonder [Verse 2] I found your old cookbooks, but the biscuits ain't right And how do you work this damn coffee pot? All my shirt tails are wrinkled, but the bed is still made 'Cause your smell still lingers on where you laid I hung up all of your dresses, and the dogs, they're doing fine But I can't remember that brand you used to buy You know that Molly, she got her braces off, and she smiles so big And poor Davie's still as skinny as a whittled old twig [Chorus] But I miss holding your hands on Sundays Talking over the TV And watching the Braves games And I know that the good Lord, he called you up yonder But I guess what they say is true Your absence makes this weary heart grow fonder [Outro] Jason and Margaret, they're expecting one more But you'd be happy to know I fixed that cabinet door [Interlude] Thank you so much You can bring the rest of the band back up