george strait
everything i see
Drove down to the old place a couple a days ago Where I grew up riding next to you, learning everything I know I noticed just how green things were when I pulled through the gate Like the greener pastures up there where we'll meet again someday Wish I'd have thought to slip a phone in the pocket of your suit When the good Lord called you home on that sunny day in June  Then I could send a picture of all the things you touched To think a man who led such a simple life could leave behind so much It's just a lot of little things but they mean the world to me Everywhere I look there's one more memory There's a little bit of you in everything I see  Seems to rain now all the time, hadn't seen this much in years Didn't take you long to send back home some answers to our prayers A lot of things are different now but so much is still the same And I accidentally dial your number almost every day Wish I'd have thought to slip a phone in the pocket of your suit When the good Lord called you home on that sunny day in June  Then I could send a picture of all the things you touched To think a man who led such a simple life could leave behind so much It's just a lot of little things but they mean the world to me Everywhere I look there's one more memory There's a little bit of you in everything I see  If somehow you could find that cloud with my stuff locked away Dust it off and you could see the things I send you everyday  Yeah, I could send a picture of your great-grandson growing up Tell you one more time I love you and that I miss you so much Sometimes it's the little things that really get to me Everywhere I look there's one more memory There's a little bit of you in everything I see  Everywhere I look there's one more memory There's a little bit of you in everything I see