Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
and coverin' the crossroads I'm standing at
or maybe it's the weather or something like that
but mama you been on my mind
I do not mean you trouble, don't put me down, don't get upset
I am not pleadin' or sayin' I can't forget you
I do not pace the floor, bowed down and bent, but yet
mama you been on my mind

Even tho' my eyes are hazy

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Let me tell you about a place, somewhere up in New York way
where the people are so gay, twistin' the night away
Here they have a lot of fun, puttin' trouble on the run
Oh man you'll find the old and young twistin' the night away

Here's a man in evening clothes, how he got here I don't know
but oh man, you ought to see him go, twistin' the night away

Something told me it was over
when I saw you and him talking
Something deep down in my soul said 'Cry boy'
when I saw you and him out walking
I would rather, I would rather go blind girl
than to see you walk away from me child
So you see I love you so much
I don’t want to see you leave me baby
most of all I just don’t, I just don't want to be free

I had nothing to do on this hot afternoon
but to settle down and write you a line
I've been meaning to phone you but from Minnesota
hell it's been a very long time
You wear it well
A little old fashioned but that's all right

Well I suppose you're thinking I bet he's sinking
or he wouldn't get in touch with me
Oh I ain't begging or losing my head

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Angel came down from heaven yesterday
stayed with me long enough to rescue me
And she told me a story yesterday
about the sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea
Then she spread her wings high over me
she said she’s goin' now, come back tomorrow
And I said, 'Fly on my sweet angel, fly on through the sky
Fly on my sweet angel tomorrow I’m gonna be by your side'

I’ve got two and more to show
I was dreaming of a mobile
that couldn’t be mine not without lyin
Was I feeling kind a silly
when I stepped in soakinbeer down the cola machine
Oh, stayinseventeen
Well she claimed she was a killer
and she owned a flood lit villa
a little aways from the main highway
Oh take me way down yonder

She was tall, thin and tarty
and she drove a Maserati

Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat
and coverin' the crossroads I’m standing at
or maybe it’s the weather or something like that
but mama you been on my mind

I do not mean you trouble, don’t put me down, don’t get upset
I am not pleadinor sayinI can’t forget you
I do not pace the floor, bowed down and bent, but yet
mama you been on my mind

Even thomy eyes are hazy

Darling I hate to tell you but I think I’m catching a cold
Put another chair on the fire bring the bottle over here
I feel I’m getting old
I like your laugh and a hot romance
and your orn’ry sense of humor
but if it rains again like it did today
I’m gonna have to leave a little bit sooner

Got to get me some South America sun

Honey don’t even ask me if you can come along

Never been a millionaire
and I tell you mama I don’t care
Never gonna own a race-horse
or a fast back mid-engine Porsche
Don’t think I’ll own a private jet
on the Stock Exchange I’m no threat
So won’t you help me make up my mind
Don’t you think I’d better get myself back home

Sitting in the moonlight glow
excuse me if my feelings show
Watching all the trucks roll by