Tekster: Daryle Singletary. Old Violin.

My momma used to tell me son you better get your work done your daddy's coming home at five
And if you ain't all thru with the chores you gotta do boy I'm gonna tan you alive
I was glued to the radio listening to my hero singing those sad old songs
Singing them sadder than a one car funeral nobody sings like Jones

I'd take that old kitchen broom up to my room and I'd play it like an old guitar
Or sit out on the porch trying to sing like George dreaming of becoming a star
Well things I never did when I was just a kid made what I am today
See momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album that's why I sing this way

So I ended up in Nashville working at a saw mill just to be close to the stars
I got a little broke but I couldn't ask my folks so I had to hock my old guitar
I still hang around tootsie's orchid lounge thinking he'll walk thru that door
But a voice in my mind says you wasting your time cause George don't drink no more

I used to take that old broom up to my room and I played it like an old guitar
Or sit out on the porch trying to sing like George dreaming of becoming a star
Well things I never did when I was just a kid made what I am today
You see momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album that's why I sing this way

Well things I never did when I was just a kid made what I am today
You see momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album that's why I sing this way
Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album that's why I sing this way