Well, mama
I guess you've stood and cursed the day
I found that old guitar
When uncle Harry died
One was found in the trunk of his old car
And remember how my little fingers blistered
When I tried to learn and play
I bet you never dreamed that old guitar
Would put me where I am today
Yes, it's been a lot of years
I guess it's been a fascinating life
No, mam, I never found another woman
That I wanted for a wife
I guess the first time showed us
That I was not the domesticated kind
But I don't blame her for getting tired
Of living from a suitcase all the time
Yes, I know at times it looks like I've just
Simply thrown my life away
But I just always figured that if I hung on
I'd make it big some day
I guess it takes a special breed
To live this way and think
The way I think
But you'll be glad to hear that any more
I ain't near as bad to drink
How is Tommy doing with the business now
That daddy's passed away?
I'm sure that daddy always knew that Tom would be
The one to take his place
And when he tried to lecture me
I'd sit and pick and sing and let him nag
But way down deep inside
I think he always knew
That hardware ain't my bag
We open Monday night in Bossier city
For another two week stand
I wish there was some way that you and Tom
Could come on out and hear my band
Wish I had time to tell you about the places
That I've been and things I saw
And I'll send the fifteen dollars soon as I
Get to the club and make a draw