Where'd you go, Poppa

If heaven's got a garage,

I hope you're working on a Chevy.

Hope there's Budweiser on the table

And your old tools still stay messy.

I hope you're laughing like you used to,

With that smart-ass smile again,

And I hope your body finally feels

Like it did before the pain.

I know you're not hurting anymore,

And I'm thankful that you're free,

But knowing you're at peace up there

Don't make it easier on me.

I'd trade anything for one more day,

One more ride, one more goodbye,

One more “What's up, kid?” from you

Before you disappeared from my life.

I'll carry you in every mile,

Every truck and every road,

Every Sunday, every laugh,

Every lesson that you showed.

And when I screw up, I'll remember

You never gave up on me…

So I'll try to be the man

That you always believed I'd be.

Where'd you go, Poppa?

I still ain't learned goodbye.

Sometimes I talk to you alone

And stare up at the sky.

I know you're no longer in pain,

And I'm glad you're finally free,

But God, I wish you were still here

Sitting right beside me.

You were my soldier,

My hero, and my friend,

The man I looked up to

From the beginning to the end.

And if I get to see you someday,

I'll have a million things to say…

But until then,

I'll keep your memory alive.

I'll carry everything you taught me

For the rest of my life.

I miss you, Poppa…

More than these words could ever say.

I'm glad you're not hurting anymore.

I just wish you didn't have to go away.

Save me a seat up there, old man…

I'll see you when I see you.