(My momma passed in april of '43. at her funeral i remember wacthin' the rain hit the wood of her coffin as we set it in the dirt. she had a nice place to rest, with her momma and father next to her. none seen of my daddy though, he was lost off over seas in the first world war, same time as i was born here in birmingham. my momma always told me he was a kind man, a lovin' man. he took care of her and what she needed, fought hard for what he believed in. she told me that when he set off for war, she told him about bein' blessed with me, and he just smiled and told her how proud and strong i would grow up to be. and here i am, just finishin' up my basic, findin' my way into the same path my father did. i aim to please them, have them lookin' down on me, and me know i am doin' them right.)
That whiskey burns goin' down.
old man pour me another round,
because it's my last night in town,
and I ain't thinkin' of slowin' down.
no I am fixin' to drown
Till I see the sun, or I can't see.
cuz I got the blues, and the blues got me.
I'm gonna make my momma proud,
her boy on the front lines.
and just like my daddy done,
I ain't afraid to die.
I ain't afraid to die.
I ain't no fortunate one,
but I am proud of what I done.
and hardships, I seen some,
but I ain't no coward, I don't turn and run.
so I stumble home
and pack up my old memories.
pictures of ma,
my daddy's flask she gave me.
"keep it near your heart"
she would always say.
it's all he left
and so that's where it will stay.
and her leatherbound
book of psalms and prayers,
that she would always read
with patience and care.
a short walk to the cemetary
to pay respect before I leave.
1901 to 1943.
i run my fingers through her name
and the effigy.
the sun is up,
and it's all I see.
I got the blues
and they still got me.
I'm gonna make my momma proud,
her hopeful new recruit.
and just like my daddy done,
I'm gonna bleed red, white and blue.
That whiskey burns goin' down.
old man pour me another round,
because it's my last night in town,
and I ain't thinkin' of slowin' down.
no I am fixin' to drown
Till I see the sun, or I can't see.
cuz I got the blues, and the blues got me.
I'm gonna make my momma proud,
her boy on the front lines.
and just like my daddy done,
I ain't afraid to die.
I ain't afraid to die.
I ain't no fortunate one,
but I am proud of what I done.
and hardships, I seen some,
but I ain't no coward, I don't turn and run.
so I stumble home
and pack up my old memories.
pictures of ma,
my daddy's flask she gave me.
"keep it near your heart"
she would always say.
it's all he left
and so that's where it will stay.
and her leatherbound
book of psalms and prayers,
that she would always read
with patience and care.
a short walk to the cemetary
to pay respect before I leave.
1901 to 1943.
i run my fingers through her name
and the effigy.
the sun is up,
and it's all I see.
I got the blues
and they still got me.
I'm gonna make my momma proud,
her hopeful new recruit.
and just like my daddy done,
I'm gonna bleed red, white and blue.