I'm sorry mama...
Im gonna die...
Just like my old man...
As lonesome as i can...
And angry...at the world... for the damage done by my own hands...
I hope your heaven holds a place...for such a bitter man...

And I'm sorry mama...
I dont know how...
She slipped right through my hands...
I should have learned to dance...
I know she... was your favorite...and believe you me... I understand...
I hope your heaven holds a place...for someone who always blows a second chance...

Cus im dyin...im dyin from the memories...
And the wine...well it just aint as sweet...
As the shore of Carolina...and the waters that set me free...
And the smell..of her hair hangin over me...

Im sorry mama...
I dont come home...
Theres nothing for me..
Theres nothin up my sleeve...
Its just that im...stuck here in the middle of something that i cant leave...
I hope your heaven holds a place... for me...cus i do believe... yes i believe... yeah i believe...

Im dyin... from the memories...
And the wine...it just aint as sweet...
As the shores of Carolina...and the waters that set me free...
And the smell of her hair...hangin over me...

Instrumental break

Im dyin... from the memories...
And the wine...it just aint as sweet...
As the shores of Carolina...and the waters that set me free...
And the smell of her hair...hangin over me...
And the smell...of her hair hangin over me...
And the smell... of her hair hangin over me...