Mama said there'll be days like this,

There'll be days like this my Mama said

I went walking the other day,

Everything was going fine,

I met a little boy named Billy Joe

And then I almost lost my mind.

My baby used to dance underneath my architecture

Smoking on them cigarettes. He was cool as heck.

But you were so obsessed with writing the next best American record

You did it all for fame, tell me how it treats you now?

He was seventies in spirit; nineties in his frame of mind
We lost track of space, we lost track of time

You know what I'm talking about
Now that you lost the game, honey, how's life treating you now that it's over?
Baby, how you feeling now that I told you

It's true, all the roads lead to you
Everything I want and do.. All the things that I say.
I see you for who you really are
Why the thousands of girls love the way Bill plays guitar.