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