I got a half of six-pack of Old Milwaukee

And a half a bag of weed

I can't do it like I did when I was a kid

This is all I'm gonna need

Beause I know you always worried 'bout me drinking my dinner

But I don't do that anymore

I got me a sweet girl at home, she's keeping food on the table

And at night, she keeps me warm

So I've got me this piece of paper

And I've got my favorite pen

I know it's been a little while and talking's not my style

So I'll just have to write my friends

Hey, I'm doing alright mamma, I'm okay

I know your late night talks with Jesus

Have helped me on my way

I know it wasn't always easy raising my father's son

And your son will be alright

If the shows keep coming

This old guitar and me I'm still strumming

I know you always knew I always took it way too far

But I'm doing alright now mamma

I'm doing alright now mamma

I'm doing alright now mamma

I'm doing okay

Do you remember the time when I was stuck in L.A.?

And I didn't have a job

And I didn't have a way to pay the bills that I'd racked up

Yeah, you kept me from losing my truck

Hey, I'm a little better off now than I was then

But it's sure nice to see you calling me when

I'm out there on the road

Yeah, you calling to say have a good show

Hey, I'm doing alright mamma, I'm okay

I know your late night talks with Jesus

Have helped me on my way

I know it wasn't always easy raising my father's son

And your son will be alright

If the shows keep coming

This old guitar and me I'm still strumming

I know you always knew I always took it way too far

But I'm doing alright now mamma

I'm doing alright now mamma

I'm doing alright now mamma

I'm doing okay