(Curly Putman)

Dear mama, I'm coming home tomorrow
If you don't mind would you meet me at the train
Dear mama, my wandering days're over
And it's so good to be coming home again.

Dear mama, we'll walk the fields together
And through the valley we will stroll hand in hand
I just can't wait to see you and touch the soil of home so clean
But mama, I'm not the boy I used to be.

For I've been gone away too long
And I've done everything that's wrong
But I think I've finally found myself at last
And just you wait and see another chance is all I need
But mama I'm not the boy I used to be.

You see mama, I've spent time in prison
For a crime that I'm too ashamed to tell
And when you meet me there tomorrow
Don't be surprised at what you'll see
'Cause mama, I'm not the boy I used to be.

For I've been gone away too long
And I've done everything that's wrong
But I think I've finally found myself at last
And just you wait and see another chance is all I need
But mama I'm not the boy I used to be...