I?m sorry momma, I?m gonna die Just like my old man, as lonesome as I can And angry at the world for the damage done by my old man I hope your heaven holds a place for such a bitter man I?m sorry momma, I don?t know how She slipped right thru my hands, I should have learned to dance I know she was your favorite and believe you me, I understand I hope your heaven holds a place for someone that always blows a seconf chance I'm dying, I?m dyin from the memories And the wine it just ain't as sweet As the shoals of Carolina and the waters that set me free And the smell of her hair hanging over me I?m sorry momma, I don?t come home There?s nothing there for me, there?s nothing up my sleeve It?s just that I?m just stuck in the middle of something that I can?t leave I hope your heaven holds a place for me cause I do believe, MM, yes I believe, I believe Chorus Solo Chorus