Mama Didn't Listen

I woke up, The morning tasted like last night's Jim Beam And the girl right beside me in bed Has a face I ain't seen I don't remember all that happened After we played our last song Some say I ain't livin' right, Some say I ain't livin' wrong These clear mountain mornings Sure put a smile on my face And chasing down the nightlife's What keeps this old cowboy gettin' up and Ridin' away Keep beatin' on these six strings, Wearin' out all of my tread Guess my mama didn't listen To a damn thing that old Waylon said She let me drive that old Ford truck, She gave me my first guitar Now I'm pickin' out a living singing in them Smoky old bars Yeah, those bright lights and Levis catch all The girls' eyes Singin' songs in my head Yeah, mama didn't listen To a damn thing that old Waylon said Yeah, she let me drive that old Ford, Oh, she gave me my first guitar Now I'm pickin' out a living singing in them Smoky old bars Yeah, those bright lights and these Levis' Catch all the girls' eyes Singin' songs in my head Yeah, mama didn't listen To a damn thing that old Waylon said Yeah, my mama didn't listen To a damn thing that old Waylon said