She used to watch him from the window pane
He'd pretend to ride away
Right off into that setting sun
He always loved to play make believe
In a backyard western movie scene
He'd say mama watch me and my horses run
By the time he could drive his daddy's old truck
He couldn't get gone fast enough
He was red taillights and a pedal to the floor
She always tried to steer him right
But he'd sneak in around midnight
And she wouldn't sleep till he walked back through the door
When she lays her head down, he's all she prays about
That no matter how far he may roam
That he'll stay strong and stay wild
And know he's his mama's child
And that he can always find his way back home
And she'll worry like she does 'cause there's no kind of love
Like the one between mothers and sons
Now she's always waiting on
Sunday night
For the phone to ring and the clothes to dry
And the minutes fly by when he finally calls
She does her best to play it tough
Fights back the tears when they hang up
Yeah just yesterday he lived right down the hall
When she lays her head down, he's all she prays about
That no matter how far he may roam
He'll stay strong and stay wild
And know he's his mama's child
And that he can always find his way back home
She'll worry like she does 'cause there's no kind of love
Like the one between mothers and sons
She's gonna worry like she does 'cause there's no kind of love
Like the one between mothers and sons
Mothers and sons