Lletres: Buck Owens. Everything Reminds Me You're Gone.

Walking down the highway
Looking for a place to lay down my tired and weary bones
Sun came up this morning, another day to face
Everything reminds me that you're gone

The leaves on the trees are starting to fall
Summer has sang its final song
Off in the distance I hear a lonely call
Everything reminds me that you're gone

The grass in the meadow is turning the ground
Listen to that cold wind moan
The snowflakes of winter will soon be on the ground
Everything reminds me that you're gone, uh huh