Mama, it's the first line I wrote all the years I've been goneI know you've heard about me About the jails and the things I've done wrongBut Mama, I want to see you And I know your love hasn't diedIf one of your rapers is hanging in the tree When I drive by the house tonightguitar soloWhen I drive by the house tonightWhen I drive by the house tonightWhen I was a little girl I'd play in mud holesAnd get dirt all over my faceAnd you'd take your rake and wipe it offAnd say, honey, stay away from that kind of placeOh, but Mama, I've been playing in a big mud holeAnd there's dirt all over my nameAnd Mama, even your clean little apron Couldn't wipe off all the shameOh, Mama, I want to see you And I know your love hasn't diedIf one of your rapers is hanging in the treeWhen I drive by the house tonightguitar soloI'm now passing the neighbors' housesEven they know of my disgraceAnd for the very first time in my whole lifeI'm scared to death to see the old home placeguitar soloAt last, I've rounded the cornerAnd I can't believe what I seeWhy, there's so many aprons hanging on the limbsMama, I can't even see the treesOh, MamaI can't wait to hold youAnd your arms are reaching for meThe prettiest sight I've seen in my lifeIs you and the apron treeAnd I try to fast forward