| I got a half a six pack of Old Milwaukee
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| And a half a bag of weed
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| I can’t do it like I did when I was a kid
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| This is all I’m going to need
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| Because I know you always worry about me drinking my dinner
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| But I don’t do that anymore
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| I got me a sweet girl at home
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| She’s keeping food on the table
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| And at night she keeps me warm
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| So I’ve got me this piece of paper
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| And I got my favorite pen
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| I know it’s been a little while
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| And talking’s not my style
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| So I just had to write my friend
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| Hey I’m doing alright Mamma
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| I’m ok, I know your late night talks with Jesus
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| Have helped me on my way
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| I know it wasn’t always easy
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| Raising my father’s son
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| And your son will be alright
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| If the shows keep comin'
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| This old guitar and me are still strummin'
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| I know you always knew I always took it way too far
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| But I’m doing alright now Mamma
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| I’m doing alright now Mamma
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| I’m doing alright now Mamma
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| I’m doing ok
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| You remember the time when I was stuck in L. A
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| And I didn’t have a job
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| And I didn’t have a way to pay the bills that I racked up
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| Yeah, you kept me from losing my truck
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| Yeah, I’m a little better off now
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| Than I was then
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| But it’s sure nice to see you calling me when
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| I’m out there on the road
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| Yeah, you calling to say have a good show
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| Hey I’m doing alright Mamma
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| I’m ok, I know your late night talks with Jesus
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| Have helped me on my way
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| I know it wasn’t always easy
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| Raising my father’s son
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| And your son will be alright
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| If the shows keep comin'
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| This old guitar and me are still strummin'
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| I know you always knew I always took it way too far
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| But I’m doing alright now Mamma
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| I’m doing alright now Mamma
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| I’m doing alright now Mamma
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| I’m doing ok |