Letra de Book Of John
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 memoriesThere 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 JohnNow 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 anywayThere'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 JohnThat 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 adviceIt's almost like he's not really gone And I know one day I'll be passin' on The Book of John