Momma, I'm missing home And California's getting colder And colder, and colder I miss you 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 Lately, it's getting hard I've started looking like my father And it makes me cry a little bit 'Cause he really should've made it big 'Cause, damn, he's good at everything And everything I am is because of you I'm a man because of you 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 All that I've got left (Oh, oh, oh, oh)