Jack Johnson - Mama You've Been On My Mind / A Fraction Of Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie

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Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat

An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standin' at

Or maybe it's the weather or somethin' like that

But mama, you been on my mind



I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset

I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget you"

I do not walk the floor, bowed down an' bent but yet

Mama, you been on my mind



And even though my mind is hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow

Where you been don't bother me or bring me down in sorrow

It don't even matter where you're wakin' up tomorrow

Just mama, you will be on my mind



Well, I am not askin' to you to say words like 'Yes' or 'No'

Please understand me, I have no place I'm calling you to go

Just whisperin' to myself so I can pretendin' that I don't know

But mama, you'll be on my mind



When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror

You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near

I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear

As someone who has had you on his mind



It's when your head gets twisted with your mind grows numb

You think you're too old, too young, too smart, too dumb

Laggin' behind though you're losin' your pace

In the slow-motion crawl of life's busy race



No matter whatcha doin' if you start givin' up

If the wine don't come to the top of your cup

Winds got you sideways, one hand holdin' on

The other starts slippin' and the feelin' is gone



And your train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it

Wood is easy findin' but you're lazy to fetch it

Lonesome comes up as down goes the day

And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away



And you could feel the reins from your pony are slippin'

And your hand are a-slidin', ropers are a-drippin'

Your sidewalk starts crawlin' and the street gets too long

And you start walkin' backwards but you know that this is wrong



Sunny deserts and your evergreen valleys

Turn to broken-down slums and trash can alleys

Your sky cries water and your drain pipes are pourin

Lightnin's a-flashin' and the thunder's a-crashin'



Windows are rattlin' and breaking and your roof top's will it start a-shakin'

And your whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'



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