Jesus and Your Bible Lyrics

I miss the sound of her house shoes in the morning

As they slid across that old hardwood floor

And the pots and pans banging on the stove

As she's mixing homemade gravy and watching it snow

Yeah, nothing's the same without you around this place

It's like a ghost town in my own house these days

I miss you rocking in your chair As I'm out there hoeing the garden

Picking beans and corn for you to put away Every day I wake up

Feels just like I'm in a museum With all your things up on display

Some days I swear I'm circling the drain

Cause all I've got is Jesus and your Bible

To keep me from going insane

I miss the way she hung our clothes on the line

And let the spring air dry them over time

And these cataracts on my eyes don't blur the past

Or hide the tears I cry and Lord knows I cry

I miss you rocking in your chair As I'm out there hoeing the garden

Picking beans and corn for you to put away Every day I wake up

Feels just like I'm in a museum With all your things up on display

Some days I swear I'm circling the drain Cause all I've got is Jesus and your Bible

To keep me from going insane

I'm going insane

I miss you rocking in your chair As I'm out there hoeing the garden

Picking beans and corn for you to put away Every day I wake up

Feels just like I'm in a museum With all your things up on display

Some days I swear I'm circling the drain

Some days I swear I'm circling the drain

Cause all I've got is Jesus and your Bible

To keep me from going insane