Standin' outside, y'all It's raining, children Gettin' soaking wet And it's raining, y'all Been put out, y'all Nowhere to go, children People all ask me, son Tell me what's wrong with you Tell 'em I've been sick, y'all, yeah

Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here Hey, hey, mama, what is wrong with you You didn't have to tell me that you love me so You didn't have to crucify me like you did You didn't have to tell me I was just your kid Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here