LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMomma Song
Momma, I'm missing homeAnd California's getting colderAnd colder, and colderI miss youMomma, I'm getting oldDoes that mean you're getting older?And older, and olderI miss youMomma, don't you knowThere's nothing to be sorry about?I'm so proud of all you've doneTake me down your old streetTell me your memories of when you were youngAnd when you fell in loveDrive me through the countryTell me your storyAnd you can play all of your favorite songs'Cause I'm gonna need thisWhen I'm holding pictures of youAnd that's all that I've got leftAll that I've got leftAll that I've got leftLately, it's getting hardI've started looking like my fatherAnd it makes me cry a little bit'Cause he really should've made it big'Cause, damn, he's good at everythingAnd everything I am's because of youI'm a man because of youTake me down your old streetTell me your memories of when you were youngAnd when you fell in loveDrive me through the countryTell me your story and you can playAll of your favorite songs'Cause I'm gonna need thisWhen I'm holding pictures of youAnd that's all that I've got leftAll that I've got leftAll that I've got leftAll that I've got left
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