Momma… I’m sittin’ right here by your stone again. Brought this old chair so I could stay awhile. This old chair’s gettin’ worn from me sittin’ here talkin’ to you. I miss you… more than I know how to say. Momma, you were right about my ex‑wife… She did what you said she’d do. Left me with a heart that wasn’t true, And a house that don’t feel like home. Momma… I’m sorry… but my kids left me too. I wish I knew what to do. And Momma… I love you. I look up at that sky tonight, Tryin’ to find your face in the stars. I’ll always fight, you know that right? But Momma… I’m so tired. This ain’t your desire… I know that. How’s a man supposed to recover After losin’ a home, a wife, and his kids? Yeah… I figured you’d feel that way. What’s that, Momma? You want me to say I’m sorry? Not today… my heart’s too torn. I wish you could’ve stayed a little longer, Wish you didn’t leave me here alone. I still catch myself pickin’ up the phone, Thinkin’ you’ll answer like you always did. But you ain’t gonna answer me no more, And it’s killin’ me on the inside. How does a man ever say goodbye? This old Rebel heart keeps askin’ why. Why’d you have to go, Momma… You’d help me pick my heart off the floor. Grief is eatin’ me alive, Right down to this old core. Why, Momma… why? If you hear me, Momma… Give me a sign…
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