Rod Stewart

Perhaps itFFFF92s the color of the sun cut flat
and coverin' the crossroads IFFFF92m standing at
or maybe itFFFF92s the weather or something like that
but mama you been on my mind
I do not mean you trouble, donFFFF92t put me down, donFFFF92t get upset
I am not pleadinFFFF92 or sayinFFFF92 I canFFFF92t forget you
I do not pace the floor, bowed down and bent, but yet
mama you been on my mind
Even thoFFFF92 my eyes are hazy
and my thoughts they might be narrow
where you been donFFFF92t bother me, or bring me down with sorrow
I donFFFF92t even mind where you be wakinFFFF92 up tomorrow