Grey Hairs On Momma's Head

Spent my summers gettin' high

Spent my 20s gettin' by

Now I couldn't even tell you where I'll lay my head tonight

Spent my 20s gettin' wasted

In a bunch of sketchy basements

Saint Peter, here's a twenty, won't you let me get on by?

There's gray hairs on momma's head

One for every moment that she thought I'd wind up dead

My dad still cares, but he don't give a damn

He asks me if I'm doing fine, cigarettes and Joe in the mornin' time

Screw your head on tight and keep it between the lines

Now, hindsight's one helluva drug

Twenty-five ain't long enough to know

How to quit when you're ahead

Now gettin' drunk and startin' fights

And shootin' pool and playin' dice

Ain't the livin' that'll lead you to the light

There's gray hairs on momma's head

One for every moment that she thought I'd wind up dead

My dad still cares, but he don't give a damn

He asks me if I'm doing fine, cigarettes and Joe in the morning time

Screw your head on tight and keep it between the lines

Don't waste your money on beer and wine, keep away from Tulsa time

Screw your head on tight and keep it between the lines