(Verse 1)
I still see your coat hanging there in the hall,
Haven’t moved it once, can’t move it at all.
Saturdays hit different since you’ve been gone,
Still flip to the Dawgs when the game comes on.
I hear your voice when they line up to play,
“Run the damn ball, quit throwin’ it away.”
And every time we stall on third and long,
I swear I hear you laugh, like “Bobo’s doin’ it wrong.”
(Chorus)
If I could get one more day, just me and you,
Red and black on, like we used to do.
Sitting on the couch when the crowd goes wild,
You yelling at the TV like a fired-up child.
Just one more laugh, one more “Come on, man!” your way—
God, I’d give anything for one more day.
(Verse 2)
You taught me how to stand when life got rough,
How to hold my ground when the road got tough.
But nobody warns you how deep it hits,
Losing the one who helped you through it.
People say “time heals,” but they don’t know,
How many memories ride with every throw.
And every time the offense starts goin’ slow—
I still hear your voice: “Man, get rid of Bobo.”
(Chorus)
If I could get one more day, just me and you,
Red and black on, like we used to do.
Sitting in the living room calling every play,
Thinking we could coach better anyway.
Just one more laugh, one more “Go Dawgs” your way—
God, I’d give anything for one more day.
(Bridge)
I hope wherever you are, the lights are bright,
The field is clean and the calls are right.
And when my time comes and I make my way,
I hope you’re there saying, “Kickoff’s today.”
(Final Chorus)
If I could get one more day, I know what we’d do—
No big talk, just the game and you.
Not trying to fix it, not trying to say—
Just thankful I had you,
For every day
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