Mama, I've been sitting on the porch since ten past three a.m.
And I don't want to see what's waiting on me when I walk back in
Mama, I took his Babe Ruth baseball, put it right through the drywall
A couple years worth of picture-framed glass up and down our hall
Oh, Mama
I pushed a grown man to his limit, aimed for a nerve and damn, I hit it
Ain't no point debating where the blame is
Too much maker's made a mark, tore a twister through this trailer park
He's sure to make my goodbye grapevine famous
All this train's a wreck, it's such a mess
And Mama, I made it
I'm gonna spend the whole next week trying to sweep this
Under that rug
Ain't it just like me to double down on Serena
All this drama
Oh, Mama
I pushed a grown man to his limit, aimed for a nerve and damn, I hit it
Ain't no point debating where the blame is
Too much maker's made a mark, tore a twister through this trailer park
He's sure to make my goodbye grapevine famous
All this train's a wreck, it's such a mess
And Mama, I made it
I had it made, I made it worse
I probably should've called you first
I had it made, I made it worse
I had it made, I made it worse

Oh, Mama
Mama
Oh, Mama
I pushed a grown man to his limit, aimed for a nerve and damn, I hit it
Ain't no point debating where the blame is
Too much maker's made a mark, tore a twister through this trailer park
He's sure to make my goodbye grapevine famous
All this train's a wreck, it's such a mess
And Mama, I made it
Oh, I made it
Oh, I made it
Oh, I made it
Oh, I made it
Oh, I made it
Oh, I made it
Oh, I made it
Oh, I made it
Oh, I made it