Sometimes A Song Can Touch A Nerve
That Takes Me Back To You
When I Pick Up My Old Guitar
And I Play Your Favorite Tune
Every Now And Then, Some Little Thing
I've Buried Comes Bubblin' Up
And Once In A While, You Feel Close Enough To Touch

I Miss You A Little Since You've Been Gone
A Few Little Memories Keep Hangin' On
I Miss You A Little, I Guess You Could Say
A Little Too Much, A Little Too Often
A Little More Every Day

When I Go By Our Old House
I Pretend That You're Still There
Waitin' For Me On The Porch
But There's Just An Empty Chair
Wish I Could See You Just One More Time
Before I Drive Away
So I Could Stop And Go Inside, And Say

I Miss You A Little Since You've Been Gone
A Few Little Memories Keep Hangin' On
I Miss You A Little, I Guess You Could Say
A Little Too Much, A Little Too Often
A Little More Every Day
A Little Too Much, A Little Too Often
A Little More Every Day