Hey Mama

Hey, mama I know you're up late most nights, not sleeping Staying on social media, keeping Up with the lives that we've made far away And it's sometimes hard to find the time to take To say how much I miss you Can't wait for the next time I'm back home Hey, mama Hey, mama Sending you a text doesn't have the same effect Like laughing in church or hugging your neck It's just life has a way of getting in the way When we're thirteen hundred twenty-nine miles away But I sure do miss those days When we'd all gather round the dinner table And daddy would pray Lord, thank you for this family and this food We know we sure are blessed to have it this good Then we'd pick up a six-string Someone would start playing drums all afternoon Those Sunday lazy days were rock and roll And I'll take those memories wherever I go Hey, mama Hey, son I know you're out there having all that fun Living it up wild in that big old city And that girl that you've been seeing, she's so pretty But I miss when you're back home singing harmonies Cause Amazing Grace don't sound the same to me You better write your mama back And don't forget your dad when he would pray Lord, thank you for this family and this food We know we sure are blessed to have it this good Then we'd pick up a six-string Someone would start playing drums all afternoon Those Sunday lazy days were rock and roll And you take those memories wherever you go And you take those memories wherever you go But don't forget to come back home