I remember how I almost cried.
The day that George Jones died.
A piece of traditional country music has passed away.
Whose voice is missed in every way.

The man who sang he stopped loving her today.
She thinks I still care.
I don't need your rocking chair.

George now again sings sweet duets with Tammy.
Floating among the clouds.
At night look at the shining moon.
And still hear the Ole Possum croon.