Hey Mama

I remember being eight years old

And I'd ride my bike up and down the street

And I could hear my mama call

The supper's ready, boy, come and eat

But I just couldn't quit, 'cause I was having too much fun

And it's hard for me to get off my bike, but I can still see the sun

Hey mama, I don't wanna come home

Hey mama, don't make me come home

Then I turned 17, and I thought I knew it all

I had an S-10 pickup truck, and I had a strut when I walked

And one night on loop 286, I got hauled in for drinking beer

And I had to call you mama, while I was fighting back tears

Hey mama, I ain't coming home

Hey mama, they won't let me come home

And now I'm getting older, and I'm moving slower

And I got a lot of pressure mama, sitting up top, a boat for my shoulders

And I've been running, and this world's a rat race

I've been running like hell mama, and I still feel like I'm in last place

Hey mama, can I come home?

Hey mama, will you let me come home?

And the days and weeks all run together

And the months blow by like a windy weather

And sometimes mama, I wanna throw in the towel

But thanks to you, I don't know how