(Shel Silverstein)



Well I've sung my songs on dusty roads and dirty city sidewalks

To them sweatin' hard eyed brakemen, in the rail yards I rolled through

I've sung in blue wall papered rooms to girls I played at lovin'

Now MamaI'm gonna sing one song for you



Mama let me tell you that I've never lost the mem'ry

Of the tender things you told me, and the gentle things you'd do

And though I've grown away and other arms reach out to hold me

MamaI'll sing one song for you



You say you'd like to have me here to help you through the winter

But you say it with a wistful smile like you already knew

That your boy's no good at stayin' still that's words that need sayin'

And Mama I'll sing one song for you



And tomorrow I'll be movin' out on them dusty country back roads

Some sweatin' hard eyed brakeman may hear a tune or two

And the girl in the blue wall papered room she'll ask where I been hidin'

And I'll tell 'em I stopped and sang one song for you



Mama let me tell you that I've never lost the mem'ry

Of the tender things you told me, and the gentle things you'd do

And though I've grown away and other arms reach out to hold me

MamaI'll sing one song for you



(c) 1972 Evil Eye Music Inc.