Momma, I’m missing home
And California’s getting colder
And colder, and colder
I miss you
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
(Oh)