Mama told me when I was young
Don’t mess with fire
Always finish what you’ve begun
And don’t deal with liars

Don’t walk too tall, don’t talk too wise
Don’t make dreams your master
She’s been gone for three years now
I can still hear her calling

And when the black clouds come wash over you
Will you stand tall and strong, or blame it on luck
When your soul’s put on trial before the judge
Will you say you were a good man?

Last night as I laid down to sleep
I saw the ghost of my mama
By my bedside praying for me
She said son, your time is coming

But when the black clouds come wash over you
Will you stand tall and strong, or blame it on luck
When your soul’s put on trial before the judge
Will you say you were a good man?

But when the black clouds come wash over you
Will you stand tall and strong, or blame it on luck
When your soul’s put on trial before the judge
Will you say you were a good man?

Were you a good man?
Are you a good man?

Words And Music By Casey Shea.  All Rights Reserved.