Woke up with you on my mind today
I knew you wouldn't answer,
I'm calling anyway
Guess your voicemail message
will have to do
No, Its not the same as talking to you

If it wasn't raining I’d hitch up that old boat,
if the fish weren’t biting, we could still float
Maybe have a beer or two, n’chat about our lives

Just one of the things I miss,
from when you were still alive

Ohhh
Nothing hits as hard as our last goodbye
Promised I wouldn’t sit around down here-and cry
Didnt know how tough it’d be
To pick up and carry on——
Hope you understand
I'm giving it my best grown man try—- —-
But nothing hits as hard as our last goodbye

Let me tell ya’ all about the girl I'd like to be my wife*
You’d think she's a keeper, Id say you’re thinkin right
She's southern as the red dirt that runs through her veins
I'm sure you’d be ok with her sharing our last name
And yeah—she's a looker alright,
You’d say “Son, that deserves a high-five”

Just one of the things I miss,
from when you were still alive

Ohhh
Nothing hits as hard as our last goodbye
Promised I wouldn’t sit around down here-and cry
Didnt know how tough it’d be
To pick up and carry on——
Hope you understand
I'm giving it my best grown man try—- —-
But nothing hits as hard as our last goodbye

Well, I think we’re all caught up now,
Guess I’ll let ya go
It was good to hear your voice through the voicemail on your phone

Ohhh
Nothing hits as hard as our last goodbye
Promised I wouldn’t sit around down here-and cry
Didnt know how tough it’d be
To pick up and carry on——
Hope you understand
I'm giving it my best grown man try—- —-
But nothing hits as hard as our last goodbye


notes:
*if artist is already married or just prefers, then replace with-
“Let me tell you about the woman that lights up my life” or “…that I made my wife”