13 I was already leaning on a bottle
Daddy beat us with a belt
Preacher beat us with a Bible
Down in South Alabama
Dog River cattails
I was scared of my brother
When he got out of jail
Bought a Chevy
Drove Laney Beville to the levee
We were getting out of Dodge ready
Class of '98 ain't called y'all
In a minute but hey
Mama I still keep my Mobile life
In my pocket like a pocket knife
Take it out every once in a smile
Whittle on a memory for a little while
Thank God the shit that went wrong
Taught me how to write country songs
Ain't it funny how childhood trauma
Cuts you deep and sharpens you
Don't it Mama
Said I'ma throw a little Tupac on the mic
I ain't mad at you Mama 'cause
It ain't like I was one of those
Honor roll bumper sticker kids
I know you tried like Merle's mama did
But I was too proud
Turning my twelves up too loud
I was just a baby got a few now
Wish I could call Dad
I just called to say don't be sad
Mama I still keep my Mobile life
In my pocket like a pocket knife
I take it out every once in a smile
Whittle on a memory for a little while
Thank God the shit that went wrong
Taught me how to write country songs
Ain't it funny how childhood trauma
Cuts you deep and sharpens you don't it mama
Too long, way too long
Since I took that drive to the 251
Too long, way too long
Down 65 'Bama here I come
Too long, way too long
Since I took that drive to the 251
Too long way too long
Down 65 'Bama here I come
Mama I still keep my Mobile life
In my pocket like a pocket knife
Take it out every once in a smile
Whittle on a memory for a little while
Thank God the shit that went wrong
Taught me how to write country songs
Ain't it funny how childhood trauma
Cuts you deep and sharpens you
Don't it Mama
Cuts you deep and sharpens you
Don't it Mama
Cuts you deep and sharpens you
Don't it Mama
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