memory like I did father calling him son

[Intro – gentle acoustic guitar strum, distant crickets] Sun dips low on the oak tree Screen door creaks like it used to be [Verse 1 – fingerpicked guitar, soft bass line] I found that old baseball glove in the attic box Leather cracked where your fingers used to lock You taught me how to throw a curve when I was ten Said "son, keep your eye on the ball till the end" [Chorus – warm harmonica swell, light drum shuffle] Memory wraps around me like your old wool coat I still hear you calling me son, note by note Porch swing sways where we sat every night Talking 'bout life till the stars lost their light [Verse 2 – added mandolin, soft vocal harmonies] I fixed the hinge on that swing last weekend Sat there till the moon started to bend Smelled your pipe smoke in the summer air Wished I could reach out and brush back your hair [Chorus – layered vocals, fuller harmonica melody] Memory wraps around me like your old wool coat I still hear you calling me son, note by note Porch swing sways where we sat every night Talking 'bout life till the stars lost their light [Bridge – sparse guitar, quiet harmonica hum] You said "son, don't you ever lose your way" I carry those words through every single day Time moves fast but your voice stays clear Whispering love when I need to hear [Solo – slow, weeping harmonica solo, soft guitar backing] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus – full band, soaring harmonies] Memory wraps around me like your old wool coat I still hear you calling me son, note by note Porch swing sways where we sat every night Talking 'bout life till the stars lost their light [Outro – fading guitar, final harmonica note] Sun comes up on the oak tree I still hear you calling me