Song Analysis
Book Of John by Tim mcgraw
We were sittin' round the supper table and the buzz of the frigidaire A Was the only sound 'til momma laid down, a book she found upstairs A
It was covered in dust in the back of the closet, B
Goodwill box we almost tossed it out C
We could have lost all those memories D
There was a picture of mama in the pouring rain E
Ticket stubs to a Braves game F
Silver star and a baggage claim from Hanoi, Vietnam F
There was a picture of him callin' on grandpa G
Leather skin from a baseball H
We laughed and cried, told stories all night long I
From the book of John I
Now the pot of coffee's almost gone, as we turn another page J
We're climbing on him like a Jungle Jim, watching his hair turn gray K
All the Polaroids are just reminders,L
You can't hold life in a three ring binder L
We flipped on, through 'em anyway K
There's a picture at his sister taken in July M
On the steps of the church pulling out his tie M
Hair's still wet from gettin' baptized, the brand new blue suit on I
An old set of keys to his Chevrolet N
A crumpled up receipt for a wedding ring O
We watched ourselves grow up there in his arms P
In the book of John I
That sun came up, we were wide awake Q
Head to toe in black and gray K
Long black Lincoln waiting down the drive R
He was father, son, husband and friend S
I still flip through it every now and then T
When I need just a few words of advice T
It's almost like he's not really gone I
And I know one day I'll be passin' on I
The book of John I
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