Cabinet Door

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
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 Jason and Margaret they're expecting one more
 You'd be happy to know I fixed that cabinet door