This is a new rough tune.

Any thoughts/suggestions appreciated.

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Mama's in-line at the drugstore
Trying to fill her pain medications
Her back it ain't been right
She can't sleep at night
There's no such thing
As a vacation

Mama lost her job making carpet
There's a burning in her hands
She hauls the world on her shoulders
But the world, well
It don't give a damn

Ly dy dy..

Johnny got himself into a jackpot
Lord knows, them boys
They don't mess around
Now he walks the halls of his high school
wearing colors
And beating kids down

He don't want to be no killer
But he can't seem to find his way
So he takes his mama's pills
And he makes them go away

Ly dy dy...

Mama goes to church
Strains to hear the call
But Jesus did not whisper
Whisper at all

Johnny calls up his cousin
Gonna buy himself a nine
Then he hears an whisper say
Don't let it end this way
Don't make your burden mine

Ly dy dy..