Mama Open Up

It started out so simple and got so.... far out of hand

making show biz out of what was fun

from the time I stopped my schooling and went out.... to start a band

I've been living... every minute... on the run

And I tried to be all that you hoped I'd be

Just because things went wrong don't run out on me

I need you......Mama open up...I'm comin' back to you...I don't like it out here no more

Mama open up...I'm comin' back to you...I don't like it out here no more

I'm over weight...I'm under paid...no one's beating with knocks on my door

Mama open up...I'm comin' back to you...I don't like it out here......

Hotel rooms and flying tombs...and food.... I couldn't chew

From the Fillmore.... to the White House.... chasing fame

I'm a nobody ask my records.... and my roof.... is leaking too

After all these years.... my life appears in vain

They still say just one hit and you're doing fine

But I'm bored with the game and I'm short on time

I want to end it...Mama open up...I'm comin' back to you...I don't like it out here no more

Mama open up...I'm comin' back to you...I don't like it out here no more

I'm over weight...I'm under paid...nooooooooooo.....

Mama..... open up...

© Kayman and Volman

This is a cover song from my album, Jestasong. I have purchased the Mechanical License from ESL Lic. # 33928.

Farrell Jackson - all instruments and vocals.

Songwriters - Kaylan and Volman (Flo and Eddie)