Mom ma, I’m miss ing home, and Cal i for nia’s get ting cold er, and cold er, and cold er. I miss you. And Mom ma, I’m get ting old. Does get ting old er, and old er, and old er? I miss you. Mom ma, don’t you know, there’s noth ing to be sor ry a bout. I’m so proud of (Bb)all you’ve done. Take me down your old street. Tell me your mem ’ries of when you were young and when you fell in love. Drive me through the coun try, tell me your sto ry. And you can play all of your fa v’rite songs. ’Cause I’m gon na need this, when I’m hold ing pic tures of you and that’s all that I’ve got (F)left, all that I’ve got (G)left, all that I’ve got (F)left. Late ly it’s get ting hard. I’ve start ed look ing like my fa ther, and it makes me cry a lit (F)tle bit. ’Cause he real ly should have made it big. ’Cause damn, he’s good at ev ’ry thing. And ev ’ry thing I am’s be cause of you. I’m a man you. (F)left, all that I’ve got (Bb)left.