Momma I’ll Be Okay

I know this ain't the life you woulda chose for me

A rebel with a guitar chasin' down a dream

But if you're gonna get somewhere, sometimes you've gotta leave

I know I don't call home as much as I should

I try not to drink too much and I'm eatin' pretty good

And that motel Gideon Bible, I don't read, but I should

At least I thought about it and I think that's pretty good

My heart's in Kentucky, my song's in Tennessee

My girl's in California and I sure miss all three

Daddy taught me how to work

And you taught me how to pray

So don't worry 'bout me, Mama, I'll be okay

Last night, the bar was crowded and they even sang along

And that record man told me, "Boy, it won't be long"

I'll save a little money, and buy a ticket home

I'll be there by Christmas, so leave the porch light on

My heart's in Kentucky, my song's in Tennessee

My girl's in California and I sure miss all three

But Daddy taught me how to work

And you taught me how to pray

So don't worry 'bout me, Mama, I'll be okay

There's a million miles of road in my bloodshot eyes

And in the midnight smoke underneath the neon lights

I swear I've seen a ghost, the Devil in disguise

We had a beer together, but I wouldn't let him buy

'Cause my heart's in Kentucky, my song's in Tennessee

My girl's in California and I sure miss all three

But Daddy taught me how to work

And you taught me how to pray

So don't worry 'bout me, Mama, I'll be okay

Yeah, Daddy taught me how to work

And you taught me how to pray

So don't worry 'bout me, Mama, I'll be okay