Mama's Eyes

I am my father's son

I've never known when to shut up

I ain't fooling no one

I am my father's sonWe don't see eye to eye

And I'll be the first to admit I've never tried

It sure hurts me, it should hurt sometime

We don't see eye to eyeI was a young man when

I first found the pleasure in the feel of a sin

And I went down the same road as my old man

Yeah, I was younger thenNow it's 3 a.m. and I'm standing in the kitchen

Holding my last cigarette

Strike a match and I see my reflection in the mirror in the hall

And I say to myselfI've got my mama's eyes

Her long thin frame and her smile

And I still see wrong from right

'Cause I've got my mama's eyes

Yeah, I've got my mama's eyes