Momma I'm missing home

And California's getting colder

And colder and colder

I miss you

Momma I'm getting old

Does that mean you're getting older?

And older and older

I miss you

Momma don't you know

There's nothing to be sorry about?

I'm so proud of all you've done

Take me down your old street

Tell me your memories of when you were young

And when you fell in love

Drive me through the country

Tell me your story

And you can play all of your favorite songs

'Cause I'm gonna need this

When I'm holding pictures of you and that's all that I've got left

All that I've got left

All that I've got left

Lately it's getting hard

I've started looking like my father

And it makes me cry a little bit

'Cause he really should've made it big

'Cause damn he's good at everything

And everything I am's because of you

I'm a man because of you

Take me down your old street

Tell me your memories of when you were young

And when you fell in love

Drive me through the country

Tell me your story

And you can play all of your favorite songs

'Cause I'm gonna need this

When I'm holding pictures of you and that's all that I've got left

All that I've got left

All that I've got left

All that I've got left

Ohh- ohh ohh- ohh