Your truck's still in the barn under the tarp but I don't drive it
Still cut that grass twice a week, pull the weeds, try to keep it just like you like it
That station ain't changed on the workshop radio
But days when heaven feels too far away, that's where I go
I still laugh, I still cry, I still drink one
Pour some out on the ground that you raised me on
I still read old texts, sometimes that gets me talking to you like you ain't gone
I know you'd hate it, I'm sorry
But I ride your old Harley little faster than you'd want me to but
That's just what I do when I'm missin' you
I can't turn on the song "Good Ole Boys Like Me" and not feel something
Every time I pick at these six strings, it's like you're strumming, my mind's running
I know doing all of that won't bring you back to us
But the truth is, when I do, a part of you does
I still laugh, I still cry, I still drink one
Pour some out on the ground that you raised me on
I still read old texts, sometimes that gets me talking to you like you ain't gone
I know you'd hate it, I'm sorry
But I ride your old Harley little faster than you'd want me to but
That's just what I do when I'm missin' you
I know you're up in a better place
But thank God, a little memory goes a long way
I still laugh, I still cry, I still drink one
Pour some out on the ground that you raised me on
I still read old texts, sometimes that gets me talking to you like you ain't gone
I know you'd hate it, I'm sorry
But I ride your old Harley little faster than you'd want me to but
That's just what I do when I'm missin' you
Man, I'm missin' you
