That old phone of mine, 2:39 A.M. when I got the call Half asleep Thought it was a dream But it wasn’t after all That old dog of yours Sitting on the porch Waits for you to come home Little does he know That you won’t Be walking through that door I just leave him alone 'Cause letting go don’t come that easily Most of the time, I can get by It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along But I’ll never get used to you being gone That old rocking chair Sitting over there Well it don’t rock no more And that old six string Ain't played a thing Been awhile since it’s hummed a chord I just leave'em alone 'cause letting go Don’t come that easily Most of the time I can get by It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along But I’ll never get used to you being gone There’s a lot of things in this old world I can stand But when it comes to losing you I just can’t Yeah, I’m getting used to that old truck of yours Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along But I'll never get used to No I’ll never get used to You being gone Yeah, being gone Oh I’m never getting used to you being gone