Pick Me Up Mama

Four years old, you'd chase me round'
That mile long beat up couch
I'd pump my fist, you'd pick me up
We'd sway to that sweet vinyl sound
As I've grown old, I can't outrun
Just like I used to do
You said when hard times catch you son
Don't let 'em take the best of you

Won't you pick me up mama
Won't you spin me 'round mama
Cause lately I've been needing your sweet arms
Won't you pick me up mama
Cause I'm feelin' down under
These days have ways of wearin' down my heart

I learned to love, like you love me
When I fell into deep blue eyes
Emptied the clip, left nothing behind
Though you'd taught me to be gun-shy
The time I spent I can't get back
She tore a hole where a kind heart belongs
Bottles and barstools is what I've run to
I've never felt more alone

Won't you pick me up mama
Won't you spin me 'round mama
Cause lately I've been needing your sweet arms
Won't you pick me up mama
Cause I'm feelin' down under
These days have ways of wearin' down my heart

Now I'm alone, in the crowd of this bar
When I should be at home
I'd try to drive but my conscience won't let me
Steer down that road
We'll the hard times have come and it's clear
They're here to stay
In this moment I need you the most
Won't you take me away

Won't you pick me up mama
Won't you spin me 'round mama
Cause lately I've been needing your sweet arms
Won't you pick me up mama
Cause I'm feelin' down under
These days have ways of wearin' down my heart