Mama, she done told me. She didn't like this rock and roll. But mama, mama, please. Mama, you just don't know. I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes.
It's too late, she's gone. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her, she was my only one. . But it's too late, she's gone. It's a weak man that cries.