[Verse 1] I got a half a six pack of Old Milwaukee And a half a bag of weed I cant do it like I did when I was a kid This is all Im going to need Because I know you always worry about me drinking my dinner But I dont do that anymore I got me a sweet girl at home Shes keeping food on the table Every night she keeps me warm So Ive got me this piece of paper And I got my favorite pen I know its been a little while And talkings not my style So I just had to write my friend [Chorus] Hey Im doing alright mamma Im ok, I know your late night talks with Jesus Have helped me on my way I know it wasnt always easy Raising my fathers son And your son will be alright If the shows keep coming This old guitar and me are still strumming I know you always knew I always took it way too far But Im doing alright now mamma Im doing alright now mamma Im doing alright now mamma Im doing ok [Verse 2] You remember the time I was stuck in L.A.? And I didnt have a job And I didnt have a way to pay the bills that I racked up Yeah, you kept me from losing my truck Yeah, Im a little better off now Than I was then But its sure nice to see you calling me when Im out there on the road Yeah, you calling to say have a good show [Chorus]
mamma, alright, ok, always, racked