Back through the years
I go wonderin’ once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
If she seems cold and bitter I beg of you
Just stop and consider all she’s goin’ through
Don’t be quick to condemn her for things she might say
Just remember
A home and little children mean nothing to you
A house filled with love and a husband that’s true
You’d rather have a drink with the first guy you’ll meet
And the only home you know is the club down the street
All my neon neighbors they like what I play
Cause they’ve heard it every night since you’ve walked away
Every day they replace old B24
Cause every night I run a needle through Walking the Floor