Momma's Waiting

As I drive towards home I picture Momma waiting

She’ll be glad to see her big time boy come home

She gets little in return for all she’s given

And I’m all she’s got to love since Daddy’s gone.

Now I’m forty miles away and I’m still wonderin’

Why I ever told her I was doing well

When I first went wrong I should have turned to Momma

But it’s hard to get back up once you have fell.

It’s the last time I’ll see flowers in the morning

It’s the last time I’ll hear robins in the spring

It’s the last time I’ll feel Momma’s arms around me

It’s the last chance here on earth I’ll have to sing.

As I drive away behind me Momma’s waving

To a son who’s all he’d ever hoped he’d be

Now she’ll say her final prayers, “And go, meet Daddy”

And I’m glad she’s only seen one side of me.

Today makes thirteen years in Coleman’s Federal Prison

And tonight I’ll walk my last few steps alone

But I can’t help thinking somewhere Momma’s waiting

Once again to see her big time boy come home.

It’s the last time I’ll see flowers in the morning

It’s the last time I’ll hear robins in the spring

It’s the last time I’ll feel Momma’s arms around me

It’s the last chance here on earth I’ll have to sing.