[Verse 1]
Sorry, Mom, I smelled like cigarettes
And my eyes were Casa red
With a poundin' in my head
Showin' up again on Sunday mornin'
You just made the eggs
And turned your head
[Verse 2]
Sorry, Mom, you know that I had sex
'Fore I bought the white dress
I know you're not impressed
With my lack of stickin' to the Bible
Yeah, I got regrets
But you did your best
[Chorus]
I turned out alright
So you can sleep good at night
Maybe I ran all the red lights
Maybe we got into a few fights
It's a different cloth we cut
But underneath wе're the same blood
So I know it took a littlе tough love
To become the woman that you're proud of
[Verse 3]
Sorry, Mom, I didn't graduate
After two years and some change
And that money went to waste
I know it wasn't cheap tuition
There were dreams to chase
And songs to play
[Verse 4]
Sorry, Mom, I missed your fifty-eighth
I was on another plane
Goin' to another stage
My priorities were out of balance
You told me to go
But wished I was home
[Chorus]
Now, I turned out alright (Alright)
So you can sleep good at night (Sleep good at night)
Maybe I ran all the red lights
And maybe we got into a few fights
It's a different cloth we cut
But underneath we're the same blood
So I know it took a little tough love
To become the woman that you're proud of
[Bridge]
Sorry, Mom
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
[Chorus]
Now, I turned out alright
And we both sleep good at night
I met a guy that we both like
And I got a house with a porch light
It's a different cloth we cut
But underneath we're the same blood
So I know it took a little tough love
To become the woman that you're proud of
[Outro]
Sorry, Mom
La-la-la-la-la
Da-da-da-da-da, da-da
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Sorry Mom was written by Kelsea Ballerini & Hillary Lindsey & Jessie Jo Dillon & Karen Fairchild & Alysa Vanderheym.
Sorry Mom was produced by Kelsea Ballerini & Alysa Vanderheym.
Kelsea Ballerini released Sorry Mom on Fri Aug 09 2024.
It’s an intimate song. The first line is, ‘Sorry, mom, I smelled like cigarettes.’ You know, it’s the things that your mom doesn’t really want to hear. But then you get to the chorus and the meat of it and the heart of it, and it’s a letter of thanks to my mom for raising me the way she did.
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