Mothers & Sons

She used to watch him from the windowpane

He'd pretend to ride away

Right off into that setting sun

He always loved to play make believe

In a back yard western movie scene

He'd say, "Mama, watch me and my horses run"

By the time he could drive his daddy's old truck

He couldn't get gone fast enough

He was red taillights and a pedal to the floor

She always tried to steer him right

But he'd sneak in around midnight

And she wouldn't sleep till he walked back through the door

But when she lays her head down, he's all she prays about

That no matter how far he may roam

That he'll stay strong and stay wild and know he's his mama's child

And that he can always find his way back home

And she'll worry like she does 'cause there's no kind of love

Like the one between mothers and sons

Now she's always waiting on Sunday night

For the phone to ring and the clothes to dry

And the minutes fly by when he finally calls

She does her best to play it tough

Fights back tears when they hang up

Yeah, just yesterday he lived right down the hall

But when she lays her head down, he's all she prays about

That no matter how far he may roam

That he'll stay strong and stay wild and know he's his mama's child

And that he can always find his way back home

And she'll worry like she does 'cause there's no kind of love

Like the one between mothers and sons

She's gonna worry like she does 'cause there's no kind of love

Like the one between mothers and sons

Mothers and sons