Hey Momma, I'm Goin' Crazy

A brisk country-bluegrass tune launches with bright banjo picking, propulsive upright bass, and lively acoustic guitar, Harmonica and fiddle trade speedy licks over driving percussion, An animated vocal with a quirky twang leads the verses, joined by tight harmony in an exuberant chorus

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( opens with banjo, harmonica and fiddle)

{Verse 1]
I was ridin’ down Interstate 44
With a twelve‑gauge rifle leanin’ by my door,
My CB crackled with a ghost‑runnin’ tone,
Some trucker whisperin’, “Breaker one‑nine, you’re not alone.”
Then a big fat momma came crashin’ through,
Kicked my boots and yelled, “Boy, that you?”
Just as I swerved past mile-marker ten,
I saw my buddy Ben cruisin’ up the hill again.

[Pre‑Chorus]
I hollered, “Hey Ben, could you give me a hand?”
He said, “My handle’s Jellybean, say it nice and clean, man.”

[Chorus]
Hey momma, I’m goin’ crazy,
My CB’s buzzin’ and the static’s hazy.
Breakers yellin’, “Son, you lost your lane,”
World goin’ sideways like a runaway train.
Hey momma, I’m goin’ crazy,
But maybe that’s just how life made me.

(banjo, harmonica and fiddle jam)

[Verse 2]
When I got home later that night,
I opened up the door and flicked on the light,
Dropped my keys on the counter by my old fish tank,
Heard a strange thump-thump like somebody spanked.
Took a little peek through my old keyhole,
And nearly lost complete control—
There was a bird in a cage, swingin’ left and right,
Beat‑beat‑beatin’ up a donut like it owed him a fight.

[Pre‑Chorus]
I stepped back slow, said, “Lord, what’d I just see?”
That bird sippin' Gatorade and glarin' at me.

[Chorus]
Hey momma, I’m goin’ crazy,
There’s a bird in the house and the fight got lazy.
Feathers flyin’, donut crumbs on the floor,
Gatorade spillin’ as he’s swingin’ for more.
Hey momma, I’m goin’ crazy—
But maybe that’s just how life raised me.

[Bridge]
Maybe I been drivin’ too long,
Maybe the world’s hummin’ the wrong damn song,
Maybe that bird’s got problems too—
Who am I to judge what critters do?
Ben once said, “Boy, let life be strange,”
But if life had a manual, lost mine at mile -marker Two.

[Chorus (Final)]
Hey momma, I’m goin’ crazy,
But the road gets wild and the nights get hazy.
Big fat mommas, hills full of Jellybeans,
Birdcage brawls, an impossible scenes.
Hey momma, I’m goin’ crazy—
(spoken)
But maybe… I kinda like it that way.

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( opens with banjo, harmonica and fiddle) {Verse 1] I was ridin’ down Interstate 44 With a twelve‑gauge rifle leanin’ by my door, My CB crackled with a ghost‑runnin’ tone, Some trucker whisperin’, “Breaker one‑nine, you’re not alone.” Then a big fat momma came crashin’ through, Kicked my boots and yelled, “Boy, that you?” Just as I swerved past mile-marker ten, I saw my buddy Ben cruisin’ up the hill again. [Pre‑Chorus] I hollered, “Hey Ben, could you give me a hand?” He said, “My handle’s Jellybean, say it nice and clean, man.” [Chorus] Hey momma, I’m goin’ crazy, My CB’s buzzin’ and the static’s hazy. Breakers yellin’, “Son, you lost your lane,” World goin’ sideways like a runaway train. Hey momma, I’m goin’ crazy, But maybe that’s just how life made me. (banjo, harmonica and fiddle jam) [Verse 2] When I got home later that night, I opened up the door and flicked on the light, Dropped my keys on the counter by my old fish tank, Heard a strange thump-thump like somebody spanked. Took a little peek through my old keyhole, And nearly lost complete control— There was a bird in a cage, swingin’ left and right, Beat‑beat‑beatin’ up a donut like it owed him a fight. [Pre‑Chorus] I stepped back slow, said, “Lord, what’d I just see?” That bird sippin' Gatorade and glarin' at me. [Chorus] Hey momma, I’m goin’ crazy, There’s a bird in the house and the fight got lazy. Feathers flyin’, donut crumbs on the floor, Gatorade spillin’ as he’s swingin’ for more. Hey momma, I’m goin’ crazy— But maybe that’s just how life raised me. [Bridge] Maybe I been drivin’ too long, Maybe the world’s hummin’ the wrong damn song, Maybe that bird’s got problems too— Who am I to judge what critters do? Ben once said, “Boy, let life be strange,” But if life had a manual, lost mine at mile -marker Two. [Chorus (Final)] Hey momma, I’m goin’ crazy, But the road gets wild and the nights get hazy. Big fat mommas, hills full of Jellybeans, Birdcage brawls, an impossible scenes. Hey momma, I’m goin’ crazy— (spoken) But maybe… I kinda like it that way.

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