Dear Miss

There's a letter to your mother that is hidden in my desk

That I wrote to her in a sober mind

It's my apology for all the things I used to be, and swearin' I'll change over time

She might not believe me 'cause no one ever does, except her daughter that loves me true

God forbid all it takes for a boy to finally wake is to be cherished and loved all the way through

She lets me drink my liquor when I'm singin' through the night

She slaps my hand when it's too much

She's mean and she's kind, strong and divine

And Lord only knows how tough

So dear Miss, by the time you see this

It'll be in love or it'll be in pain

May God bless and keep us

May you think kind of my name

And I know I've had my days and I've made my mistakes

So please point me to the nearest perfect man

I'll gladly take advice from a man with no vice

If it means I can hold your hand

She was raised up proper and I was raised up

With a poor workin' boy's heart

The way the light is bleedin' on her smilin' cheeks this evenin' is the finest of the world's fine art

So dear Miss, by the time you see this

I'll be in love or it'll be in vain

So may God bless and keep us

May you think kind of my name

And she's standin' in the doorway ramblin' on about my old ways

How they were reckless and free

How all my imperfections and every ugly lesson is worth every last second with me