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Everything I See

George Strait
2015-09-253:27 minSynced lyrics

"Everything I See" is a song by George Strait, released in 2015 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:27 long and contains 58 lines and 362 words.

Lyrics

0:13Drove down to the old place
0:16A couple a days ago
0:19Where I grew up riding next to you
0:22Learning everything I know
0:25I noticed just how green things
0:28Were when I pulled through the gate
0:31Like the greener pastures up
0:33There where
0:34We'll meet again someday
0:38Wish I'd have thought to slip a phone
0:41In the pocket of your suit
0:44When the good lord called you home on
0:47That sunny day in June
0:51Then I could send a picture of all the things
0:55You touched
0:57To think a man who led such a simple life
1:01Could leave behind so much
1:04It's just a lot of little things
1:07But they mean the world to me
1:10Everywhere I look there's one more memory
1:16There's a little bit of you
1:18In everything I see
1:26Seems to rain now all the time
1:29Hadn't seen this much in years
1:32Didn't take you long to send back home
1:36Some answers to our prayers
1:39A lot of things are different now
1:42But so much is still the same
1:45And I accidentally dial
1:47Your number almost every day
1:52Wish I'd have thought to slip a phone
1:55In the pocket of your suit
1:58When the good lord called you home on
2:01That sunny day in June
2:05Then I could send a picture of all the things
2:09You touched
2:10To think a man who led such a simple life
2:14Could leave behind so much
2:17It's just a lot of little things
2:20But they mean the world to me
2:24Everywhere
2:24I look there's one more memory
2:30There's a little bit of you
2:32In everything I see
2:37If somehow you could find that
2:39Cloud with my stuff locked away
2:43Dust it off and you could see the things
2:46I send you everyday
2:49Yeah
2:50I could send a picture
2:52Of your great grandson growing up
2:55Tell you one more time
2:57I love you and that I miss you so much
3:02Sometimes it's the little things that really get to me
3:08Everywhere I look there's one more memory
3:15There's a little bit of you in everything I see
3:21Everywhere I look there's one more memory
3:27There's a little bit of you in everything I see
Drove down to the old place
A couple a days ago
Where I grew up riding next to you
Learning everything I know
I noticed just how green things
Were when I pulled through the gate
Like the greener pastures up
There where
We'll meet again someday
Wish I'd have thought to slip a phone
In the pocket of your suit
When the good lord called you home on
That sunny day in June
Then I could send a picture of all the things
You touched
To think a man who led such a simple life
Could leave behind so much
It's just a lot of little things
But they mean the world to me
Everywhere I look there's one more memory
There's a little bit of you
In everything I see
Seems to rain now all the time
Hadn't seen this much in years
Didn't take you long to send back home
Some answers to our prayers
A lot of things are different now
But so much is still the same
And I accidentally dial
Your number almost every day
Wish I'd have thought to slip a phone
In the pocket of your suit
When the good lord called you home on
That sunny day in June
Then I could send a picture of all the things
You touched
To think a man who led such a simple life
Could leave behind so much
It's just a lot of little things
But they mean the world to me
Everywhere
I look there's one more memory
There's a little bit of you
In everything I see
If somehow you could find that
Cloud with my stuff locked away
Dust it off and you could see the things
I send you everyday
Yeah
I could send a picture
Of your great grandson growing up
Tell you one more time
I love you and that I miss you so much
Sometimes it's the little things that really get to me
Everywhere I look there's one more memory
There's a little bit of you in everything I see
Everywhere I look there's one more memory
There's a little bit of you in everything I see

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