Mom and Dad got married
Back in 1970.
My daddy took to truckinâ€™
Mama took to me.
I was her prize possession,
Til I turned on the radio,
And I heard my new obsession,
In the damned old rock nâ€™roll.
My daddy was a good man,
Worked himself to the bone.
And mama taught me right from wrong,
And raised me til I was grown.
Then just before my eighteenth year,
I packed and left the nest,
Mamaâ€™s tears still on my sleeve,
Wishinâ€™ me the best.
My daddy was a trucker,
He was always haulinâ€™ freight.
Towinâ€™ heavy loads down the open road
While mama towed the weight.
Lord please have a room prepared
For my Mama, bless her soul
She lost a husband to the white lines,
And her boy to rock nâ€™ roll.
While I must a got my daddyâ€™s genes,
Cause now Iâ€™m on that road as well,
Playinâ€™ these here tunes in swill saloons
And hopinâ€™ my records sell.
I hop up on that stage boys,
And I look out at the crowd,
I think about my mama,
And I hope I done her proud.
[Thanks to Joshua Panda for lyrics]