Mama's Eyes

I am my father's son

I've never known when to shut up

I ain't fooling no one

I am my father's son

we don't see eye to eye

and ill be the first to admit Ive never tried

it sure hurts me, it should hurt sometime

we don't see eye to eye

I was a young man when

I went down the same road as my old man

I was younger then

now its three am and Im standing in the kitchen

holding my last cigarrette

strike a match and I see my reflection in the mirror in the hall

and i say to myself

I've got my mama's eyes

her long thin frame and her smile

and i still see wrong from right

cuz I've got my mama's eyes

yea I've got my mama's eyes