I?m sorry momma, I?m gonna die
Just like my old man, as lonesome as I can
And angry at the world for the damage done by my old man
I hope your heaven holds a place for such a bitter man
I?m sorry momma, I don?t know how
I'm dying, I?m dyin from the memories
And the wine it just ain't as sweet
As the shoals of Carolina and the waters that set me free
And the smell of her hair hanging over me
I?m sorry momma, I don?t come home