This song is one of my favorites. It makes sense. When someone dies, you get used to the life around you continuing on, but you never get used to that person not being there any more. The world keeps revolving, life keeps going on, things keep happening, but you always wanna share events that happen to you with that person, but you can't. You wanna call them up and tell them you got the job, or you wanna tell them about your problems, or you want to just shoot the shit with them, but you can't because they're not there. You get used to things, but never that person being gone.
Used to You, written by Luke Albert Combs and James Ross McNair.
Used to You lyrics © Big Music Machine, Straight Dimes Publishing, 50 Egg Music.
"That old phone of mine,
2: 39, AM 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 lettin' 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 gettin' used to that old truck of yours,
Sittin' out in the driveI'm gettin' used to you not bein' there
At church on Sunday night
I'm gettin' used to the radio playin' Without you singin' along
But I'll never get used to you bein' gone
That old rocking chair
Sitting over there
It don't rock no more
And that old six string
Ain't played a thing
Been a while since it's hummed a chord
I just leave 'em alone cause lettin' go Don't come that easily
Most of the timeI can get by, it's just a little hard on me
But I'm gettin' used to that old truck of yours,
Sittin' out in the drive
I'm gettin' used to you not bein' there
At church on Sunday night
I'm gettin' used to the radio playin' Without you singin' along
But I'll never get used to you bein'gone
There's a lot of things in this whole world I can stand
But when it comes to losin' you I just can't...
Yeah, but I'm gettin' used to that old truck of yours, Sittin' out in the drive
I'm gettin' used to you not bein' there
At church on Sunday night
I'm gettin' used to the radio playin' Without you singin' along
But I'll never get used to
No, I'll never used to you bein' gone
Yeah, bein' gone
I'm never gettin' used to you bein' gone"
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