Highway Humming by the Railroad TrackEight miles back, there's a no-good manShe's never gonna let him touch the kids againAre we there yet, Mama?Are we there yet, Mama?Gonna be at least a little whileAre we there yet, Mama?Another half a mile, childTears in her eyes, all are closedIn the trunkTrying to make her get awayIn this piece of junkBroke down just out of bowling greenGuess I tended making guesses she don't needAre we there yet, Mama?Are we there yet, Mama?Gonna be at least a little whileAre we there yet, Mama?Another half a mileChildBill Boyd says you've come a long wayNot much a woman came to todayBut I was there yet, MamaTo tell you I love you so muchAre we there yet, Mama?Gonna be at least a little whileAre we there yet, Mama?Will I have my child?Highway humming by the railroad trackA whole lot of howling from the kitchen backAre we there yet, Mama?Are we there yet, Mama?Gonna be at least a little whileAre we there yet, Mama?Will I have my child?Are we there yet, Mama?Will I have my child?Are we there yet, Mama?Will I have my child?Are we there yet, Mama?Will I have my child?I'll be dead yet, mamaI'll never have a motherDead yet, mama