I have to go to work
It's hard to leave my guitar alone
While I'm stepping towards the door
I'm shedding a tear
Cause I have to leave the real me at home
But when I'm playing
The air gap is filling
With thunder bombs and even
The walls can't hold the ceiling
From falling down
But mama If I won't make some money today
Make some money today
I would probably die
Oh mama If I won't make some money today
Make some money today
I would die
Oh Ma Ma
Mama If I won't make some money today Make some money today
I would die
I would die
I would die
I'm waking up at down
Coming back at midnight
To a place I call my own
The fire's slowly warning out
With every day that goes by
I hope it doesn't show
But when I'm playing
There are no chains that bound me
Am I only dreaming?
But I have to break my feelings
So lost I am
Cause mama If I won't make some money today
Make some money today I would probably die
Oh mama
Oh mama
Oh MA MA
Oh Ma Ma
Oh mama If I won't make some money today Make some money today
I would die
I would die
I would die