Well, I should be in Crystal City, with HR drinking coffee
Down at Bees Golden Bull, absorbing what he offers me
Clinging fast to every word, a scripture for life in immortals terms
A shout able story, spoken in very soft tones
Thats alright now Momma, its just the miles I swear
Please dont stop your letters and your prayers
Thats alright now Momma, dont you cry for me
Im that mockingbird who is singing in your tree
Well I remember the words that Toby said, when we visited the spot where they lay Joel to rest
Out in the rocks and dirt of that brown cemetery
He said, Ive dealt with droughts since my very first breath and Ill be damned if Ill do it in d**h
When I die I wanna be buried where the gra** is green
Thats alright now Momma, its just the miles I swear
Please dont stop your letters and your prayers
Thats alright now Momma, dont you cry for me
Im that mockingbird who is singing in your tree
God Bless me Mary Guadalupe, from your bath-tub shrine
Its been so long since my last confession, I dont know if weve time
Maybe if I drive by each day and shout five confessions as I pa** each way
In thirty years or so maybe well be catching up
Thats alright now Momma, its just the miles I swear
I am living off of your letters and your prayers
Dont you toss and turn while napping, your boys out here trying to make it happen
I just get a little worried sometimes over bigger things
Thats alright now Momma, dont you weep for me
Im that mockingbird who is singing in your tree
Well, I should be in Crystal City