Well I just put mama on the midnight train she's gone for seven days
And here it isn't even 12:15 and I'm up to my old ways
For one whole year I've been a true blue man it's the first night I've been free
And before I let things get outta hand I'd better call the law on me

Oh I promised mama that I'd be good and look at me a sittin' here a drinkin'
The truth of the matter is I guess I should be in jail for what I'm thinkin'
Those two pretty blondes that just came in I got one on each knee
And I feel as guilty as home made sin I'd better call the law on me

[ guitar - harmonica ]
Well mama would never have left me alone but she thought that I had quit
And fifteen minutes after she'd been gone I found I hadn't changed a bit
One more drink is gonna do the trick and trouble there's gonna be
I gotta find a phone and do it quick I'd better call the law on me

Oh I promised mama that I'd be good...

I'd better call the law on me
I'd better get up and get outta here and get to a telephone
And call the law on me I got a feelin' I'd better do it quick