Givin' Momma Reasons to Pray - Tracy Lawrence

I hit the road outta high school

With a guitar in my hand

Fell in love with the sound of a honky tonk band

Daddy looked me in the eye and said

Son, you’re gonna throw your life away

You’re just

Givin' mama reasons to pray

Fell in love with a barmaid

I guess you live and learn

Oh how I felt that whiskey burn

And all the while I was thinkin'

This ain’t how I was raised

But I kept

Givin' mama reasons to pray

Mama always believed in me

She knew the kind of man that I could be

But every time I’d get on track

The devil made me stray

And I’d be

Givin' mama reasons to pray

I held my mama’s dyin' hand

On a Tuesday afternoon

It was the coldest day that we ever had in June

She pulled me close and whispered

The last thing I heard her say

Was son stop

Givin' mama reasons to pray

Mama always believed in me

She knew the kind of man that I could be

But every time I’d get on track

The devil made me stray

And I was

Givin' mama reasons to pray

Oh I’m not

Givin' mama reasons to pray