Some days are still hard, some days I swear
The smell of cigarettes fill the air
A smell I hated when you were here
brings me comfort as it lingers near
It takes me back to my younger days
All of us fishing that old causeway
You tellin’ us stories to pass the time
We'd wait on fish to hit our line

CH
It's the little things I miss the most
talk’n for hours on the phone
Your silly laugh,
that old fishing boat
Going to get ice cream floats
and making that last turn
when we were almost home
Oh
making that last turn
when we were almost home

We'd drive all day on those gravel roads
Looking for deer an’ new fishing holes
Us three kids would be in the back
Listen’n to Conway on 8 track
The memories I didn't know I'd miss
come in doses as I reminisce
the way your smile captured a room
the talking about nothing we used to do

CH
It's the little things I miss the most
talk’n for hours on the phone
Your silly laugh,
that old fishing boat
Going to get
ice cream floats
and making that last turn
when we were almost home
Oh
making that last turn
when we were almost home

I still keep Conway cued up in my truck,
I know your riding shotgun when I hear "That's My Job"

CH
It's the little things I miss the most
talk’n for hours on the phone
Your silly laugh,
that old fishing boat
Going to get ice cream floats
and making that last turn
when we were almost home
Oh
making that last turn
when we were almost home