Eight een years have (A)come and gone.

For (Em7)Ma ma, they flew by,

but for (G)me, they drug on and on.

We were (D)load in’ up that Chev y, both (A)try in’ not to cry.

(Em7)Ma ma kept on talk in’,

put tin’ off good bye.

And she (Em7)took my hand and said,

“Ba by, (G)don’t for get

be (G)fore you hit the high way, you (D)bet ter stop for gas.

There’s a (Em7)fif ty in the ash tray in case (D)you run short on cash.

And here’s a (G)map and here’s a Bi ble if you (Bm)ev er (A)lose your (G)way.

Yeah, Just (D)one more thing be fore I’m you leave:

But don’t for get to re mem ber me.”

This (D)down town a part ment sure (A)makes me miss home.

And those (Em7)bills there on the coun ter keep tell in’ (G)me I’m on my own.

And (D)just like ev ’ry Sun day, I called (A)ma ma up last night.

And (Em7)e ven when it’s not,

I tell her (G)ev ’ry thing’s al right.

Be fore (Em7)we hung up, I said,

“Hey, (G)ma ma, don’t for get

to to re mem ber me.”

To night I find my self kneel in’ (G)by the bed to pray.

I have n’t (A)done this in a while,

so I (G)don’t know what to say.

“But, (D)Lord, I feel so small at times (C)in this big old (G)place.

Yeah, I (Em7)know there’s more im (D)por tant things,

but don’t for get to re mem ber me.

Don’t for get to re mem

ber me.