Book Of John Lyrics - Two Lanes Of Freedom - Tim Mcgraw

We were sittin' round the supper table 

And the buzz of the frigid air 

Was the only sound til Mama laid down 

A book she found upstairs 

It was covered in dust in the back of the closet 

Goodwill box 

We almost tossed it out 

We could've lost all those memories 

There was a picture of Mama in the pourin' rain 

Ticket stubs to a Braves game 

Silver Star and a baggage claim 

From Hanoi, Vietnam 

There was a picture of 'em crawlin' on Grandpa 

Leather skin from a baseball 

We laughed and cried 

Told stories all night long 

From the Book of John 

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Now the pot of coffee's almost gone 

As we turn another page 

Climbin' on him like a jungle gym 

Watchin' his hair turn grey 

All the Polaroids are just reminders 

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

But we flipped on through 'em anyway 

There's a picture of his sister 

Taken mid-July 

On the steps of the church 

Pullin' at his tie 

Hair still wet from gettin' baptized 

A brand new blue suit on 

An old set of keys to his Chevrolet 

A crumpled up receipt for a wedding ring 

We watched ourselves grow up there in his arms 

In the Book of John 

That sun came up 

Were were wide awake 

Head to toe in black and grey 

A long, black Lincoln waitin' down the drive 

He was father, son, husband and friend 

I still flip through it every now and then 

When I need just a few words of advice 

It's almost like he's not really gone 

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

The Book of John