Almost Home

I just can’t 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 he’s almost home, soon he’ll with momma That’s where he belongs Oh, how I’m going to miss him when he’s gone He’s 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 he’s almost home, soon he’ll with momma That’s where he belongs Oh, how I’m going to miss him when he’s gone He’s almost home Lord, how I’m going to miss him when he’s gone He’s almost home