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<object><type>video</type><version>1.0</version><provider_name>Network.hu</provider_name><provider_url>http://network.hu/</provider_url><title>Tim McGraw-Book Of John  </title><author_name>apucsoka</author_name><author_url>http://network.hu/apucsoka</author_url><html>&amp;lt;object width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=589962&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowscriptaccess&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowfullscreen&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=589962&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot; allowscriptaccess=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; allowfullscreen=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;</html><width>424</width><height>345</height><duration>209</duration><description>We were sittin' round the supper table and the buzz of the frigidaire&#13;
Was the only sound 'til momma laid down, a book she found upstairs&#13;
It was covered in dust in the back of the closet,&#13;
Goodwill box we almost tossed it out&#13;
We could have lost all those memories&#13;
&#13;
There was a picture of mama in the pouring rain&#13;
Ticket stubs to a Braves game&#13;
Silver star and a baggage claim from Hanoi, Vietnam&#13;
There was a picture of him callin' on grandpa&#13;
Leather skin from a baseball&#13;
We laughed and cried, told stories all night long&#13;
From the book of John&#13;
&#13;
Now the pot of coffee's almost gone, as we turn another page&#13;
We're climbing on him like a Jungle Jim, watching his hair turn gray&#13;
All the Polaroids are just reminders,&#13;
You can't hold life in a three ring binder&#13;
We flipped on through 'em anyway&#13;
&#13;
There's a picture at his sister taken in July&#13;
On the steps of the church pulling out his tie&#13;
Hair's still wet from gettin' baptized, the brand new blue suit on&#13;
An old set of keys to his Chevrolet&#13;
A crumpled up receipt for a wedding ring&#13;
We watched ourselves grow up there in his arms&#13;
In the book of John&#13;
&#13;
That sun came up, we were wide awake&#13;
Head to toe in black and gray&#13;
Long black Lincoln waiting down the drive&#13;
He was father, son, husband and friend&#13;
I still flip through it every now and then&#13;
When I need just a few words of advice&#13;
It's almost like he's not really gone&#13;
And I know one day I'll be passin' on&#13;
The book of John </description><thumbnail_url>http://vds.network.hu/clubvideo/5/8/9/_/589962_60363_2.jpg</thumbnail_url><thumbnail_width>80</thumbnail_width><thumbnail_height>60</thumbnail_height><video_id>589962</video_id></object>
