Jack

And here’s the truth, Jack
She left one night for the barroom life
And she never came back
And your sister’s got the new kitchen
She’s got a guy they’re gonna try for the kid
Okay

You came uncouth, Jack
You cried all the time so we gave you a lie
And you turned it to your fact
Your mama don’t play the drums boy
You know she never touched a tambourine

You gotta be a grown man to understand
You don’t cry for mommy
Or we’re gonna take your pictures away
You never reminisce, Jack, keep track
And don’t cry for mommy
Can’t you hear a single thing that I say, okay

Do you remember her face, Jack?
Or the shock white thatch that she hid slid back
In a black silk hair sack
You know she’s by some jukebox
Sipping scotch with any underage boy
That comes in

Take a look at this place, Jack
It’s a cold blue brick and linoleum trick
That you turned into your trap
And you crouch by the phone like a fireplace
Thinking she’ll call make your body all warm

You gotta be a grown man to understand
You don’t cry for mommy
Or we’re gonna take your pictures away
You never reminisce, Jack, keep track
And don’t cry for mommy
Can’t you hear a single thing that I say
You gotta be a grown man to understand
You don’t cry for mommy
Ain’t no sense to being stuck in this way

No calls today or any other days
You gotta leave the phone, you gotta leave it alone
You gotta quite crying and learn to face the pain

Woah…