Don't Tell Mama
(Kim Williams/Jerry Laseter/Buddy Brock
I was headed north on Highway Fiv
On a star-lit Sunday nigh
When a pick-up truck flew by me out of contro
As I watched in my headlight
He swerved left then back righ
He never hit the brake
As he left the roa
I found him lying in the gras
Among the steel and glas
With an empty whiskey bottle by his sid
And through the blood and tear
He whispered in my ea
A few last words just before he die
Don't tell Mama I was drinkin
Lord knows her soul would never res
I can't leave this world with Mama thinkin
I met the Lord with whiskey on my breat
I still think about that nigh
And how that young man die
And how others sometimes pay for our mistake
The last thing on his min
As he left this world behin
Was knowing someone else's heart would brea
Don't tell Mama I was drinkin
Lord knows her soul would never res
I can't leave this world with Mama thinkin
I met the Lord with whiskey on my breat
Don't tell Mama I was drinkin'
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