Brooks and Dunn
A Brooks and Dunn song was played at my aunt's funeral last week. I had never heard the song before. To sit and listen to the words for the first time as we sat and mourned Aunt Cyndy was memorable. The words were beautiful. I came home and immediately downloaded the song from iTunes. I have found myself listening to it quite often. The lyrics are as follows:
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where i grew up
Momma used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I spent a few long summers out on his old porch swing
Says he was in the war when in the navy
Lost his wife, lost his baby
Broke down and asked him one time
How ya keep from going crazy
He said I'll see my wife and son in just a little while
I asked him what he meant
He looked at me and smiled, said
(Chorus)
I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life than just what i can see
Oh i believe
Few years later i was off at college
Talkin' to mom on the phone one night
Getting all caught up on the gossip
The ins and outs of the small town life
She said oh by the way son, old man Wrigley's died.
Later on that night, i laid there thinkin' back
Thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers
I didn't know whether to cry or laugh
If there was ever anybody deserved a ticket to the other side
It'd be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, said
(Chorus)
I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life than just what i can see
I can't quote the book
The chapter or the verse
You can't tell me it all ends
In a slow ride in a hearse
You know I'm more and more convinced
The longer that i live
Yeah, this can't be
No, this can't be
No, this can't be all there is
(Chorus)
When I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life than just what i can see
I believe
Oh, I
I believe
I believe
I believe
I believe
I believe
***************
Thank goodness there is more to life than we can see. Every time I listen to this song I will think of my dear Aunt.
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where i grew up
Momma used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I spent a few long summers out on his old porch swing
Says he was in the war when in the navy
Lost his wife, lost his baby
Broke down and asked him one time
How ya keep from going crazy
He said I'll see my wife and son in just a little while
I asked him what he meant
He looked at me and smiled, said
(Chorus)
I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life than just what i can see
Oh i believe
Few years later i was off at college
Talkin' to mom on the phone one night
Getting all caught up on the gossip
The ins and outs of the small town life
She said oh by the way son, old man Wrigley's died.
Later on that night, i laid there thinkin' back
Thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers
I didn't know whether to cry or laugh
If there was ever anybody deserved a ticket to the other side
It'd be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, said
(Chorus)
I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life than just what i can see
I can't quote the book
The chapter or the verse
You can't tell me it all ends
In a slow ride in a hearse
You know I'm more and more convinced
The longer that i live
Yeah, this can't be
No, this can't be
No, this can't be all there is
(Chorus)
When I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life than just what i can see
I believe
Oh, I
I believe
I believe
I believe
I believe
I believe
***************
Thank goodness there is more to life than we can see. Every time I listen to this song I will think of my dear Aunt.
4 Comments:
At 5:34 AM ,
Darlin said...
Craig - Cyndy called me about this song several times before I actually heard it. She and her children loved the song and her grandchildren knew every word. She said they would raise their little arms and sing "I believe" to the top of their little voices. What a wonderful memory of the happy times they all had.
Thanks for posting the words. They pack a lot of meaning, don't they?
Love, Mom
At 4:51 AM ,
judy thomas said...
I love that line..."slow ride in a hearse". Music is so important in our lives.
At 7:45 AM ,
sunnidye said...
I love that you wrote the word out thay mean alot to me.I remember standing in my kichen sing this with mom we drove my hubby crazy we played it over and over love you
At 4:56 AM ,
Val said...
Of course the tidbit of trivia here is that you and Ronnie Dunn have the same alma mater. Great song.
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