Momma,
I'm missing home
And California's
getting colder
And colder, and colder
I miss you
And, Momma,
I'm getting old
Does that mean
you're getting older
And older, and older?
I miss you
Momma,
don't you know
There's nothing to
be sorry about?
I'm so proud of
all you've done
Take me down
your old street
Tell me your memories
of when you were
young and when
you fell in love
Drive me through
the country
Tell me your story and
you can play all of your
favorite songs
'Cause
I'm gonna need this
When I'm holding
pictures
of you and that's
all that I've got left
All that I've got left
All that I've got left
Lately,
it's getting hard
I've started looking
like my father
And it makes me
cry a little bit
'Cause he really
should've made it big
'Cause, damn,
he's good at everything
And everything
I am's because of you
I'm a man because
of you
Take me down
your old street
Tell me your memories
of when you were young
and when you fell
in love
Drive me through
the country
Tell me your story
and you can play all
of your favorite songs
'Cause I'm gonna
need this
When I'm holding
pictures of you and
that's all that
I've got left
All that I've got left
All that I've got left
All that I've got left