Songtext
I got a half of six-pack of Old Milwaukee
And a half a bag of weed
I can't do it like I did when I was a kid
This is all I'm gonna need
Beause I know you always worried 'bout me drinking my dinner
But I don't do that anymore
I got me a sweet girl at home, she's keeping food on the table
And at night, she keeps me warm
So I've got me this piece of paper
And I've got my favorite pen
I know it's been a little while and talking's not my style
So I'll just have to write my friends
Hey, I'm doing alright mamma, I'm okay
I know your late night talks with Jesus
Have helped me on my way
I know it wasn't always easy raising my father's son
And your son will be alright
If the shows keep coming
This old guitar and me I'm still strumming
I know you always knew I always took it way too far
But I'm doing alright now mamma
I'm doing alright now mamma
I'm doing alright now mamma
I'm doing okay
Do you remember the time when I was stuck in L.A.?
And I didn't have a job
And I didn't have a way to pay the bills that I'd racked up
Yeah, you kept me from losing my truck
Hey, I'm a little better off now than I was then
But it's sure nice to see you calling me when
I'm out there on the road
Yeah, you calling to say have a good show
Hey, I'm doing alright mamma, I'm okay
I know your late night talks with Jesus
Have helped me on my way
I know it wasn't always easy raising my father's son
And your son will be alright
If the shows keep coming
This old guitar and me I'm still strumming
I know you always knew I always took it way too far
But I'm doing alright now mamma
I'm doing alright now mamma
I'm doing alright now mamma
I'm doing okay
