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Momma, it's so good to get your letter,
I'm so glad that everything's okay;
And, Momma, thanks a lot for the parcel,
It makes me feel at home when I'm away.
It seems to me I've been away forever,
Guitars and Cadillacs, they've sure got lots to say;
But, Momma, when I get your parcel,
It makes me feel at home when I'm away.
Momma, I'll try and make it home for Christmas,
But I can't promise 'cause I'm not that way;
Don't stop writing and don't forget the parcel,
'Cause they make me feel at home when I'm away.
It seems to me I've been away forever,
Guitars and Cadillacs, they've sure got lots to say;
But, Momma, when I get your parcel,
It makes me feel at home when I'm away.
