I got a half a 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 going to need
Because I know you always worry about 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 tonight she keeps me warm

So I've got me this piece of paper
And I got my favorite pen
I know it's been a little while
And talking's not my style
So I just had to write my friend

Hey I'm doing alright mamma
I'm ok, 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 are 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 ok

Do you remember the time when I was stuck in LA?
And I didn't have a job
And I didn't have a way to pay the bills that I racked up
Yeah, you kept me from losing my truck
Yeah, 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 are 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