Mama's Eyes

I am my father’s son
I’ve never known when to shut up
I ain’t fooling no one
I am my father’s son
We don’t see eye to eye
And I’ll be the first to admit I’ve never tried
It sure hurts me, it should hurt sometime
We don’t see eye to eye
I was a young man when
I first found the pleasure in the feel of a sin
I went down the same road as my old man
I was younger then
Now its three am and I’m standing in the kitchen
Holding my last cigarrette
Strike a match and I see my reflection in the mirror in the hall
And I say to myself
I’ve got my mama’s eyes
Her long thin frame and her smile
And I still see wrong from right
Cause I’ve got my mama’s eyes
Yea I’ve got my mama’s eyes