I woke up,
The morning tasted like last night's Jim Beam
And the girl right beside me in bed
Has a face I ain't seen
I don't remember all that happened
After we played our last song
Some say I ain't livin' right,
Some say I ain't livin' wrong
These clear mountain mornings
Sure put a smile on my face
And chasing down the nightlife's
What keeps this old cowboy gettin' up and Ridin' away
Keep beatin' on these six strings,
Wearin' out all of my tread
Guess my mama didn't listen
To a damn thing that old Waylon said
She let me drive that old Ford truck,
She gave me my first guitar
Now I'm pickin' out a living singing in them Smoky old bars
Yeah, those bright lights and Levis catch all The girls' eyes
Singin' songs in my head
Yeah, mama didn't listen
To a damn thing that old Waylon said
Yeah, she let me drive that old Ford,
Oh, she gave me my first guitar
Now I'm pickin' out a living singing in them Smoky old bars
Yeah, those bright lights and these Levis' Catch all the girls' eyes
Singin' songs in my head
Yeah, mama didn't listen
To a damn thing that old Waylon said
Yeah, my mama didn't listen
To a damn thing that old Waylon said