Lyrics I'm Gonna Miss Him - John Schneider

We've been friends since the 7th grade
Been through it all
Stole those candy bars from the Tenneco, studied girls in study hall
Now I've lost my best friend
Saw him live online
With my wife in the Bahamas
Wearing a big ole grin
I'm Gonna Miss Him
All that fishing
Football betting
He was my best bud
Beer conversations
Hunting vacations
It won't ever be like it was
To Hell with her
I'm Gonna Miss Him
It won't be long
Till She's chewing him out
And He's having second thoughts
She'll max out
All the credit cards
And somehow it will all be his fault
She'll Probably run off with the Gardner
Take both tahoes and move to Florida
I'm Gonna Miss Him
All that fishing
Football betting
He was my best bud
Beer conversations
Hunting vacations
It won't ever be like it was
To Hell with her
I'm Gonna Miss Him
In case I send him a text
The one big difference between
Me and him is I know what's coming up next
I'm Gonna Miss Him
All that fishing
Football betting
He was my best bud
Beer conversations
Hunting vacations
It won't ever be like it was
To Hell with her
I'm Gonna Miss Him