Try to Remember, 2020 || Albums

 I confess to liking some Jazz music. I'm an admirer of Maiya Sykes, Gunhild Carling and Jon Batiste, among others. This song could hardly be called true jazz, but in my mind it is - HAHAHA! Yeah, well. Anyway. The lyrics come from living off the land - which I love more than I can say. If you play the piano, the bass, or a saxophone - have at it - and let me hear the results, please. 😉 

G                          Em
I’m living the dream now, living up town

B7                                      
Working 9-5 with a payment down

    A7                     G        C
On a cracker box house and a concrete yard

           G          D7         G
Mama, this living is dying real hard.

      C         G         D7          G
Yeah, Mama this living is dying real hard. .

Microwave dinners while the sirens sing

Mama I’m missing your voice this Spring

Working real hard - shake the money tree

So I can come home on Christmas Eve

Hope to come home on Christmas Eve

Na-na-na-na
Em   B7   A7  D7     G     Em   B7 A7 D7   C   G    D7     G 

Found me a puppy on the curb outside

Our old dog would teach him how to chase the hide

But the landlord said no pets allowed

Take that little puppy to the puppy pound

Mama, won’t you tell me what I’ve found?

Howdy Mama, figured you might like a surprise

I just hitched a ride up to the county line

Walked the last few miles so I could see your face

Blooming with the flowers when I left in May

Blooming with the flowers when I left in May.

Mama, I reckon I won’t go back to the city

To the 9-5 and the government titty

I’d rather be here where the birds still sing

Where a man with land is a happy King

Yeah, a man with land is a happy King.

Sitting on the front porch drinking kombucha

Watching the sun set over my roots - yeah

This is luxury— this is mama’s lap

Now Mama ain’t lonely and her baby ain’t sad.

Yeah, Mama ain’t lonely and her baby ain’t sad.