Mamaw’s empty Chair

(hummmmm) I pulled into the driveway,

but the porch light wasn't on

The house looked just the same,

but something felt so wrong

Your old rocking chair was sitting by the door But I knew

I'd never hear your footsteps anymore I still remember Sunday,

you were cooking in the kitchen

Telling me to slow down,

boy,

and watch the road I'm hittin'

You'd smile and say,

"I love you," like you always used to do Now I talk

to your picture when I don't know what to do

There's an empty chair at mammaw's table

And a picture on the wall

I still reach

for the phone sometimes Just to hear you when I call I

wish I could go back again

To those summer afternoons

When the world was a little brighter

And I was sitting next to you Oh,

mammaw, I miss you

More than these words can say

I'd give anything to hug you And hear you call my name

Your recipe book is open,

but the pages have turned brown

And the flowers that you planted are still growing in the ground

I found an old birthday card you wrote me years ago With

a little bit of your handwriting

and a whole lot of love to show

I wonder if you're watching when I take the long way home

I wonder if you hear me when I'm talking all alone I

hope you know I'm trying,

even when I get things wrong And I hope you hear your

name

in every country song

If heaven has a front porch

I hope you've got a rocking chair

With a little garden growing And the smell of your cooking in

the air And if I get to see you someday When my

time on earth is through

I'll run across that front yard

Just to sit down next to you

There's an empty chair at mammaw's table But your love is everywhere

In the stories that we tell And the memories we still share

I'll carry you forever

Every mile and every song And when I feel like giving up

I'll remember you were strong

Oh, mammaw, I miss you But I know your love lives on

And every time I hear a country song I swear I hear

you singing along So I'll leave the porch light on And I'll

say a prayer tonight Goodnight,

mammaw, I love you Till we meet on the other side (oooh)