With Momma

"Momma, I'm missing home

And California's getting colder

And colder, and colder

I miss you

And, Momma, I'm getting old

Does that mean you're getting older

And older, and older?

I miss you

Momma, don't you know

There's nothing to be sorry about?

I'm so proud of all you've done

Take me down your old street

Tell me your memories of when you were young and when you fell in love

Drive me through the country

Tell me your story and you can play all of your favorite songs

'Cause I'm gonna need this

When I'm holding pictures of you and that's all that I've got left

All that I've got left

All that I've got left" By Benson Boone