| As I drive toward home I picture Momma waiting
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| She’ll be glad to see her big time boy come home
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| She gets little in return for all she’s given
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| And I’m all she’s got to love since Daddy’s gone
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| Now I’m forty miles away and I’m still wonderin'
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| Why I ever told her I was doing well
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| When I first went wrong I should have turned to Momma
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| But it’s hard to get back up once you have fell
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| It’s the last time I’ll see flowers in the morning
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| It’s the last time I’ll hear robins in the spring
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| It’s the last time I’ll feel Momma’s arms around me
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| It’s the last chance here on earth I’ll have to sing
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| As I drive away behind me Momma’s waving
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| To a son who’s all she’d ever hoped he’d be
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| Now she says her final prayers, «And go, meet Daddy»
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| And I’m glad she’s only seen one side of me
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| Today makes thirteen years in Coleman’s Federal Prison
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| And tonight I’ll walk these last few steps alone
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| But I can’t help think that somewhere Momma’s waiting
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| Once again to see her big time boy come home
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| It’s the last time I’ll see flowers in the morning
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| It’s the last time I’ll hear robins in the spring
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| It’s the last time I’ll feel Momma’s arms around me
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| It’s the last chance here on earth I’ll have to sing… |