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Mommy, I love you dearly Please tell me how in French My friends used to call me Paule, Lise, Pierre, Jacques ou Louise Groulx, Papineau, Gauthier Fortin, Robichaud, Charbonneau Mommy, mommy, how come it's not the same Oh mommy, mommy, what happened to my name Oh mommy, tell me why it's too late Mommy, I love you dearly Please tell me where we used to live in this country Trois-Rivières, Saint-Marc, Grand-Mère Gaspé, Dolbeau, Berthier Saint-Paul, Tadoussac, Gatineau Mommy, mommy, how come it's not the same Oh mommy, mommy, there's so much in a name Oh mommy, tell me why it's too late, too late Mommy, mommy, I love you dearly Please sing the song you sang when I was a baby Fais dodo, Colas mon p'tit frère Fais dodo, mon p'tit frère, fais dodo, tu auras du lolo Mommy, mommy, I remember the song Oh mommy, mommy, something seems to be wrong Oh mommy, tell me why it's too late, too late Mommy, mommy, I love you dearly Please tell me once again that beautiful story Un jour, ils (partirent de France) partirent de France (Bâtir ici quelques villages, une ville, un pays) bâtir ici quelques villages, une ville, un pays Mommy, mommy, how come we lost the game Oh mommy, mommy, are you the one to blame Oh mommy, tell me why it's too late, too late Much too late

Before I could walk, I had a wrench in my hand I was my mama's little angel, my daddy's second chance He went end over end, the first year he went pro And he lost part of his eyesight, so he couldn't race, no more But he never lost his touch when he got under a hood He knew how to make 'em run, he knew one day he would See his name in victory lane and engraved on that cup Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood He put me on his lap when he'd drive and I'd take the wheel And he'd say, "What do you think about that, son? How does she feel? You just wait 'til them little legs get long enough to reach the gas Once you put her on the floor one time, there ain't no turning back" Every Saturday he'd take me out to the garage He'd take an empty bucket, fill it full of engine parts He's sit me down and pour 'em out in front of me on the floor I'd have to tell him what each one was and what each one was for We'd jump in his old car and go down to the race at night He'd tell me what each driver was doing wrong, what each one did right He could always pick the winner before they ever took a curve Number three might have the car but 43's got the nerves Way before I turned 18 daddy said "Now pretty soon You'll be old enough to race when I'm gonna leave it up to you I taught you all about it, taught you everything I know You gotta have a car to do it, you gotta work and buy your own" First one that I bought was a Mustang number two Nobody kept 'em any longer than they kept a pair of shoes They started showing up at every used car lot in town A V-8 on a go-cart, easy terms, no money down Me and daddy and my uncle took her home and we tore her down Checked her out real good, cleaned her up and bored her out Took out all the seats, pulled the carpet off the floor Knocked out all the glass and we welded up the doors Well, the first time that I raced my qualifying was a shame I started out way in the back and came back 'bout the same Pulled her in the pit, couldn't look my daddy in the eye He said, "If you quit now, son, it's gonna haunt you all your life" See, it ain't about the money or even being number one You gotta know when it's all over, you did the best you could've done And knowing that it's in you and you never let it out Is worse than blowing any engine or any wreck you'll ever have Since then I've wrecked a bunch of cars and I've broke a bunch of bones It's anybody's race out there and I've learned to run my own I'd shove 'em in the wall and I'd hit 'em from behind I'd let them know that I was there, I'd let them know that track was mine It's been several years since my daddy passed away But his picture's on my dash, every time I go to race I lost more than I won, but I ain't gonna give up 'Til they put me in the ground or daddy's name's on that cup

I'm going to Colorado To unload my head I'm going to New York City And that's in New York, friends I'm going to Arizona Sex on the rocks all warm and red And we bled! And the writing in the stall said We write our maps in the stalls I'm going up to Alaska I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free And we all did! This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone I don't feel and I feel great I sold my atlas by the freight stairs I do lines and I crossed roads I crossed the lines of all the great state roads I'm goin' up, going over to Montana You got yourself a trucker's atlas You knew you were all hot Well, maybe you'll go and blow a gasket You start at the northwest corner Goin' down through California Beeline you might drive three days Three nights to the tip of Florida Oh do you speak the lingo? Oh, oh no Oh do you speak the lingo? No no How far does your road go? Oh no, you don't know? I'm going to Colorado To unload my head I'm going to New York City And that's in New York, friends I'm going up to Alaska I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free And we all did! And the writing in the salt says We ride out to the stars I'm going to Arizona Sex on the rocks all warm and red And we all did! This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone I don't feel and I feel great I sold my atlas by the freight stairs I do lines and I crossed roads I crossed the lines of all the great state roads I'm going up, going over to Montana You got yourself a trucker's atlas You knew you were all hot Well maybe you'll go and blow a gasket Start at the northwest corner Go down through California Beeline you might drive three days Three nights to the tip of Florida

If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain No more for my soul to keep I wonder who will drive my car I wonder if my Mom will weep If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain No more pain my soul to bare No more worries about paying taxes What to eat, what to wear? Who will end up with my records? Who will end up with my tapes? Who gonna pay my credit card bill? Who's gonna pay for my mistakes? If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain, who will ever hear my songs? Who's gonna mow the cemetery when all of my family's gone? Who will Mom and Daddy find to continue the family name? Who will stand there taking credit? Who will lay there passing blame? Who? Who's gonna lay there passing blame?

Your Daddy was mad as hell He was mad at me and you When he tied that chain to the front of my car And pulled me out of that ditch that we slid into Don't know what his problem is Why he keeps sending me away? Don't know why I put up with this shit When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away Your daddy is a deacon down at the Salem Church of Christ And he makes good money as long as Reynolds wrap keeps everything wrapped up tight Your mama's as good a wife and mama as she can be And your sister's puttin' that sweet stuff on everybody in town but me Your brother was the first born, got ten fingers and ten toes And it's a damn good thing 'cause he needs all 20 to keep the closet door closed Maybe it's the 26 mile drive from Zip City to Colbert Heights Keeps my mind clean Gets me through the night Maybe you're just a destination, a place for me to go Keeps me from having to deal with my 17 year old mind all alone Keep your drawers on, girl, it ain't worth the fight By the time you drop them I'll be gone And you'll be right where they fall the rest of your life You say you're tired of me taking you for granted Waitin' up 'til the last minute to call you up and see what you want to do But you're only 15, girl, you ain't got no secretary And "for granted" is a mighty big word for a country girl like you I bet that's just your daddy talking 'Cause He knows that blood red carpet at the Salem Church of Christ Ain't gonna ever see no wedding between me and you Zip City it's a good thing that they built a wall around you Zip up to Tennessee then zip right down to Alabama I got 350 heads on a 305 engine I get ten miles to the gallon I ain't got no good intentions