Donna Beasley: Music

It’s shopping together in the grocery store
Buying stuff we didn't need
It’s firing up the backyard grill
Cooking enough burgers to feed the whole neighborhood

It’s a day spent working on your old car
It was always leaking oil
And finding a used one for your birthday
Sneaking around trying not to spoil the big surprise

It’s a little house with a little fence
A little yard I used to mow
A little dog I used to walk
Down by a little church where we used to go
A little boy who tries to act like a man
A little girl who tries like me to understand all of this
Yeah, it’s the little things I miss

It’s the catch I didn't play, the I love you's I didn't say
The stories I didn't read, the advice I didn't heed,
It’s the time I didn't take, the love I didn't make
When I had the chance

And a little house with a little fence
A little yard I used to mow
A little dog I used to walk
Down by a little church where we used to go
A little boy who tries to act like a man
A little girl who tries like me to understand all of this
Yeah, it’s the little things I miss
Yeah, it’s the little things I miss
Yeah, it’s the little things
Aw, the little things
It sure is the little things I miss