That green truck and him

We buried him in late October

And I can still hear Poppy say my name

And sometimes I think he's talking to me

But I ain't seen that man in over three years

His voice don't get clearer, but his face does

Ain't it funny how that works, it's usually backwards?

His mind was gone for a while before he went

Sometimes I think he was the smartest of men

Yeah, I miss him like the trees miss the leaves

When the winter comes around

I wish he was still here with us

I wish that old Ford still rode with him

I wish I could get out of this damn town

I wish the grass was still green

And I could be the man he sees in me

When I'm asleep

'Cause he was always lookin' down on me

It's an old F-150 '96

The best thing we have left of him

Everything on it is perfect like we need it

I remember it like it was yesterday driving me around the farm back in Dublin Lord I miss those days

Yeah, I miss him like the trees miss the leaves

When the winter comes around

I wish he was still here with us

I wish that old Ford still rode with him

I wish I could get out of this damn town

I wish the grass was still green

And I could be the man he sees in me

When I'm asleep

'Cause he was always lookin' down on me