Mom and Dad,

Living in Michigan with Uncle Ray

He and Aunt Terry said I should write

Said I should write

I should phone you 

Just don't have that much to say

See I've been bartending about three nights a week

A stand-up place and they're good to me

Still I stay bored, most all the time

‘Cept for the cards that Ray and I play

He's the only friend ive got in this place

Still it's better than Wichita

Aunt Terry, shes fine

She wants you to know she wrote a song

She's picking up where she left off

She's picking it back 

And its been years since shes tried

God has it really been that long?

Mom I'm sorry I was wrong

Dad I'm sorry I just couldn't stay in that town

Where everyone knows everything about me

Michigan, she's alright

Still I haven't found a love

Just want to be happy

Love, your son

Just try to be happy 

Love, your son