For there were many things I didn’t know
And daddy always smiled and took me by the hand
Saying, someday you’ll understand
Well, I’m here to tell you now, each and every mother’s son
That you better learn it fast, you better learn it young
‘Cause someday never comes
I want to get out in the sun and rain,
And feel the wind on my skin again;
The world is large, and I’ve got time yet.
And, by the way, thanks for that cigarette.
Thank you very much!
Called me a fool in L.A
I doubt that Nashville saw me coming
Besides the bar folks working late
A couple times last week
I tried hard to speak
A couple times a week
I might know how to speak