[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