Hey, Mama
Hey, sweet boy, what are you doing?
I’m in the studio doing like some last-minute vocals
Can you hurry up and get that song on done? I can’t wait to hear it
I just wanna tell you I miss you. I love you
I miss you. Bye
Sorry I missed your call, I lost service in Kennesaw
But I couldn’t sleep one bit at all without your goodnight voice
I don’t know where I’m headed next, but I wish it was my side of the bed
I still got a few stops left, but forward, that’s where these wheels point
Hey, Mama, don’t you know that my lonely needs you to hold?
And one day these winds’ll blow me back in your direction
Hey, Mama, wait for me, I’m still out here chasing dreams
And one day this telephone thing won’t be our one connection
I’m just doing what I gotta
Hey, Mama, I’m still coming home to you
We broke down outside of Lubbock, the damn bus, can’t help but cuss it
These roads got its twists and turns, but I, I damn sure love it
The sunrise out of College Station
And all I know is my destination
Is nowhere near Tennessee
And that’s where I need to be
Hey, Mama, don’t you know that my lonely needs you to hold?
And one day these winds’ll blow me back in your direction
Hey, Mama, wait for me, I’m still out here chasing dreams
And one day this telephone thing won’t be our one connection
I’m just doing what I gotta
Hey, Mama, I’m still coming home to you
I’m coming home to you
I’m coming home to you
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Backslide
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Behind Bars
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Born Again
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Burning
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Church
I’m hungover as hell, I’m going through it too It ain’t hard to tell looking at myself in my rearview “I’m sorry, Miss Jackson” …