Nothing to Write Home About

Well, almost every night
I write a letter to my mother in old North Carolina
She'll probably cry tomorrow
When the mailman meets her out
The way my baby done me
Is nothing to write home about

I promise, mom
I send you news about my baby
She was so proud her son had finally found true love
Oh, that's the long way
Such a long way from the way the things turn out
The way my baby done me
Is nothing to write home about

Old blue and me
Who walk these hills just reminiscing
But he can't tell I'm not the same
Something's missing

Oh, one I'm holding
Old blue and pain
Another's holding her
No doubt

The way my baby done me
Is nothing to write home about
The way my baby done me
Is nothing to write home about