Pick Me Up Mama

Four years old, you'd chase me round' That mile long beat up couch I'd pump my fist, you'd pick me up We'd sway to that sweet vinyl sound As I've grown old, I can't outrun Just like I used to do You said when hard times catch you son Don't let 'em take the best of you Won't you pick me up mama Won't you spin me 'round mama Cause lately I've been needing your sweet arms Won't you pick me up mama Cause I'm feelin' down under These days have ways of wearin' down my heart I learned to love, like you love me When I fell into deep blue eyes Emptied the clip, left nothing behind Though you'd taught me to be gun-shy The time I spent I can't get back She tore a hole where a kind heart belongs Bottles and barstools is what I've run to I've never felt more alone Won't you pick me up mama Won't you spin me 'round mama Cause lately I've been needing your sweet arms Won't you pick me up mama Cause I'm feelin' down under These days have ways of wearin' down my heart Now I'm alone, in the crowd of this bar When I should be at home I'd try to drive but my conscience won't let me Steer down that road We'll the hard times have come and it's clear They're here to stay In this moment I need you the most Won't you take me away Won't you pick me up mama Won't you spin me 'round mama Cause lately I've been needing your sweet arms Won't you pick me up mama Cause I'm feelin' down under These days have ways of wearin' down my heart