Book Of John Lyrics - Tim McGraw

1 We were sittin' round the supper table and the buzz of the frigidaire

2 Was the only sound 'til momma laid down, a book she found upstairs

3 It was covered in dust in the back of the closet,

4 Goodwill box we almost tossed it out

5 We could have lost all those memories

6 There was a picture of mama in the pouring rain

7 Ticket stubs to a Braves game

8 Silver star and a baggage claim from Hanoi, Vietnam

9 There was a picture of him callin' on grandpa

10 Leather skin from a baseball

11 We laughed and cried, told stories all night long

12 From the book of John

13 Now the pot of coffee's almost gone, as we turn another page

14 We're climbing on him like a Jungle Jim, watching his hair turn gray

15 All the Polaroids are just reminders,

16 You can't hold life in a three ring binder

17 We flipped on through 'em anyway

18 There's a picture at his sister taken in July

19 On the steps of the church pulling out his tie

20 Hair's still wet from gettin' baptized, the brand new blue suit on

21 An old set of keys to his Chevrolet

22 A crumpled up receipt for a wedding ring

23 We watched ourselves grow up there in his arms

24 In the book of John

25 That sun came up, we were wide awake

26 Head to toe in black and gray

27 Long black Lincoln waiting down the drive

28 He was father, son, husband and friend

29 I still flip through it every now and then

30 When I need just a few words of advice

31 It's almost like he's not really gone

32 And I know one day I'll be passin' on

33 The book of John