E                      F#m   E
I don't know if I can let it go
     F#m              A
My fingers clenched white as snow
      E                      F#m          E
You packed your world in a wooden suitcase
          F#m            A
What you left behind time can't erase


            E                   F#m       E
We spent fifty-two years giving all we had
        F#m              A
Raised seven kids on that plot of land
                     E                                     F#m       E
There's still your loose change and your buttons on your washing stand
          F#m                  A
You left one big house for this lonely man


         A                          E
Well, I miss holding your hands on Sunday
                 B
Talking over the TV
              E
Watching the Braves games
       A                                      E
And I know that the good Lord called you up yonder
                   B
I guess what they say is true
               A                 B                E
'Cause your absence makes this weary heart grow fonder

[Verse]
              E                       F#m            E
I found your old cook books but the biscuits ain't right
   F#m                      A
And how do you work this damn coffee pot
             E                           F#m            E
And all my shirt tails are wrinkled, and bed is still made
             F#m                   A
'Cause your smell still lingers on where you laid


       E                                F#m                 E
And I hung up all your dresses and the dogs they're doing fine
       F#m                 A
But I can't remember the brand you used to buy
      E                              F#m          E
And Molly got her braces off and she smiles so big
 F#m                            A
Davie is still as skinny as a whittled old twig


         A                          E
Well, I miss holding your hands on Sunday
                 B
Talking over the TV
              E
Watching the Braves games
       A                                      E
And I know that the good Lord called you up yonder
                   B
I guess what they say is true
               A                 B                E
'Cause your absence makes this weary heart grow fonder


         A                          E
Well, I miss holding your hands on Sunday
                 B
Talking over the TV
              E
Watching the Braves games
       A                                      E
And I know that the good Lord called you up yonder
                   B
I guess what they say is true
               A                 B                E
'Cause your absence makes this weary heart grow fonder


     E                            F#m           E
And Jason and Margaret they're expecting one more
           F#m                      A
You'd be happy to know I fixed that cabinet door