Don't Tell Mama

I was headed north on highway five on a starlit Sunday night

When a pickup truck flew by me out of control

As I watched in my headlights, he swerved left and then back right

He never hit the brakes as he left the road

I found him lying in the grass among the steel and glass

With an empty whiskey bottle by his side

Through the blood and tears, he whispered in my ear

A few last words just before he died

"Don't tell Mama I was drinking

Lord knows her soul would never rest

I can't leave this world with Mama thinking

That I met the Lord with whiskey on my breath"

I still think about that night, how that young man died

How others sometimes pay for our mistakes

Last thing on his mind as he left this world behind

Was knowing someone else's heart would break

"Don't tell Mama I was drinking

Lord knows her soul would never rest

I can't leave this world with Mama thinking

That I met the Lord with whiskey on my breath"

"Don't tell Mama I was drinking"