Almost Home

I just cant remember when he started slipping
From that strong, gentle giant he used to be
But now he takes forever just to walk down to the mailbox
And it hurts me so to see him growing weak

But hes almost home, soon hell with momma
Thats where he belongs
Oh, how Im going to miss him when hes gone
Hes almost home

His only Chevy pickup has already give up.
It sits on blocks beneath that walnut tree
And the weeds have taken over out there in his garden
He loves to read, but he can hardly see.

But hes almost home, soon hell with momma
Thats where he belongs
Oh, how Im going to miss him when hes gone
Hes almost home

Lord, how Im going to miss him when hes gone
Hes almost home