Lyrics

Well, almost every night I write a letter to my mother in old North Carolina She'll probably cry tomorrow When the mailman meets her out The way my baby done me Is nothing to write home about I promise, mom I send you news about my baby She was so proud her son had finally found true love Oh, that's the long way Such a long way from the way the things turn out The way my baby done me Is nothing to write home about Old blue and me Who walk these hills just reminiscing But he can't tell I'm not the same Something's missing Oh, one I'm holding Old blue and pain Another's holding her No doubt The way my baby done me Is nothing to write home about The way my baby done me Is nothing to write home about