Maybe it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' coverin' the crossroads I'm standing at
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that
But mama, you are just on my mind
I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset
I am not pleadin' or sayin', I can't forget
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet
Mama, you [A7are just on [C7]my [A]mind
Even though my [A]mind is hazy an' my [A]thoughts they might be [Am]narrow
Where you [A7been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow
It don't even matter to [C7]me where you're wakin' up tomorrow
But mama, you're just on [C7]my [A]mind
When you [A7wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror
You know I won't be [Am]next to [C7]you, you [A7know I won't be [Am]near
I'd just be [Am]curious to [C7]know if you [A7can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you [A7on [C7]his mind
Maybe [Am]it's the color of the sun cut flat
Covering the crossroads I'm standing at
Or maybe [Am]it's the weather or something like [F]that
But mama, you [A7are just on [C7]my [A]mind
Mama, you [A7are just on [C7]my [A]mind