Hey, Mama, when you leave
Don't leave a thing behind
And if you see my friends
Almost burned out my eyes
Threw my ears down to the floor
Stood there like a block of stone
Knowin' all I had to know
As brothers our troubles are
Locked in each others arms
'Cause your back ain't strong enough
Bein' born is goin' blind
And bowin' down a thousand times
These are the precious things
That're worth rememberin' More from Lucinda Williams