Lyrics: Christopher Mansfield/Jonah Marc Levine
Music: Christopher Mansfield/Jonah Marc Levine
Mama, why do I do drugs like you?
Through Santa Fe and through Heaven's gate
According to you, they are all just the same
The desert and Jesus, I'm coyote and tumbleweed shame
Mama, why do I get?
Mama, why do I get?
Mama, why do I get?
Mama, why do I get?
Mama, why'd you take me right to the store
To buy me an ice cream when we were poor?
I'm just like a deer with salt licks and some ticks
Hung in the barn like a coat or a crucifix
Mama, why do I get?
Mama, why do I get?
Mama, why do I get?
Mama, why do I get?
And God's not around, it's a book or your lap
And neither one's reading or touching the land
Dance all alone to the spinning of cans
I spill all my beer 'til I've spun them right back to your hands
Mama, why do I get?
Mama, why do I get?
Mama, why do I get?
Mama, why do I get?
Mama, why do I get old like you?
To watch my baby turn gold into blue
Bald into blonde, then gray into none
Laughing to coughing, then sleeping, then dust, oh god
Mama, why do I get?
Mama, why do I get?
Mama, why do I get?