I've sung my songs on dusty roads
  And dirty city sidewalks,
  To sweatin' hard-eyed brakemen,
  In the rail yards I rolled through.
  I've sung in blue wallpapered rooms
  To girls I played at lovin'.
  Now Mama... I'll sing one song for you.
  
  Mama, let me tell you that I've never lost the mem'ry
  Of the tender things you told me,
  And the gentle things you'd do.
  And though I've grown away
  And other arms reach out to hold me,
  Mama... I'll sing one song for you.
  
  You say you'd like to have me here
  To help you through the winter,
  But you say it with a wistful smile
  Like you already knew
  That your boy's no good at stayin'still
  there's words that need sayin'
  And Mama... I've sung one song for you.
  
  Tomorrow I'll be movin' out
  On them dusty country backroads.
  Some sweatin' hard-eyed brakeman
  May hear a tune or two.
  And the girl in the blue wallpapered room,
  She'll ask where I been hidin'
  And I'll tell her I stopped and sang one song for you.
  
  Mama, let me tell you that I've never lost the mem'ry
  Of the tender things you told me,
  And the gentle things you'd do.
  And though I've grown away
  And other arms reach out to hold me,
  Mama... I'll sing one song for you.