The Days

Dear Momma, simple stories write themselves But ours seem more difficult to share I wanna tell it all, but that don't seem fair So instead I focus on the good times Wings on the grill while you babysitting moonshine Cracking jokes on anyone shorter than 5'9 I'm remembering the days We would hang The things you'd say How we'd play I gotta say Those were the days I'm remembering the days We would hang The things you'd say How we'd play I gotta say Those were the days Funniest shit I've ever heard was the day you told me 'Bout sneezing in them bushes That's word to Omie I know you missed her as much as I'll miss hearing those stories I'll miss pulling up to the house Putting the therapist out Praying 'round the dinner table You fallin' asleep on the couch Mouth wide open I try to sneak out, you be like where you going I'm remembering the days we would hang The things you'd say How we'd play I gotta say Those were the days I'm remembering the days we would hang The things you'd say How we'd play I gotta say Those were the days Dear Momma, thank you for all your help For anytime you may have put my needs before yourself For putting trust in me whenever you needed help Thank you for all the trips Thank you for all the gifts Thanks for coming to visit Thanks for giving me a lift Thanks for the beaver nuggets I put 'em in some milk Thank you for putting me on to MC Lyte and Prince