Lyrics

You Ain't There
Composed/Written By Sara Morgan
Copyright 2021 Sara Morgan

You ain't there in that office in the sunroom when I call
To pick up the phone
You ain't there, barefoot at the side door waiting' on me
Porch light on
I don't wanna go inside
Cuz I know that old grandaddy clock ain't gonna chime

Cuz you ain't there the tv's off and there ain't no coffee on
Nobody's home
It ain't fair, I walk through that old screen door
Thinking' you'll be feet up in that arm chair
Ohh Ohh ohh but you aint' there

You ain't there in that old boat with a fishin' pole on Chicot
You ain't there in that shop building countertops for Mamaw
I don't wanna leave
Cuz it's the last time that I'll drive down Paul Street

Cuz you ain't there
The weeds grew up and that carport door is down
No one's around
You ain't there I walk through that old screen door
Thinking' you'll be feet up in that arm chair
Ohh Ohh Ohh but you ain't there

I'll never forget, tryin' to get through
How Great Thou Art as we said goodbye to you
Sometimes I walk by see your name engraved in stone
But you read me the good book so I KNOW

That you ain't there
You're walking streets gold
Singin' with the angels praisin' Jesus all day long
You ain't there, that's why when I stop by
To lay a flower I dont' stay and stare, ohh ohh ohh cuz you ain't there.