Album: Subterranean Homesick Blues: A Tribute to Bob Dylan's 'Bringing It All Back Home'
Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat
And hovering, the crossroads I’m standing at Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that
But mama, you been on my mind
I don’t mean trouble, please, don’t put me down or get upset
I am not pleading nor saying I can’t forget you
I do not pace the floor bowed down and bent, but yet
Mama, you been on my mind
Even though my eyes are hazy and my thoughts, they might be narrow
Where you been don’t bother me nor bring me down in sorrow
I don’t even mind who you’ll be waking with tomorrow
But mama, you been on my mind
I’m not asking you to say words like yes or no Please understand me, I have no place I’m calling you to go Just whispering to myself so I can pretend that I don’t know
Mama, you been on my mind
When you wake up in the morning, baby, look inside your mirror
You know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near
I’m just curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone’s got you on his mind