I`ve sung my songs on dusty roads and dirty city sidewalks To sweatin` hard eyed brakemen, in the rail yards I rolled through I`ve sung in blue wall papered rooms to girls I played at lovin` Now Mama…I`ll sing one song for you Mama let me tell you that I`ve never lost the mem`ry Of the tender things you told me, and the gentle things you`d do And though I`ve grown away and other arms reach out to hold me Mama…I`ll sing one song for you You say you`d like to have me here to help you through the winter But you say it with a wistful smile like you already knew That your boy`s no good at stayin` still there`s no words that need sayin` And Mama… I`ll sing one song for you Tomorrow I`ll be movin` out on them dusty country backroads Some sweatin` hard eyed brakeman may hear a tune or two And the girl in the blue wall papered room she`ll ask where i been hidin` And I`ll tell `em I stopped and sang one song for youSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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