With stiffened back, dressed in black
Enters doctor pessimism, no one called him
He sips his tea, demands his fee
Offers not one word of comfort to those grieving

Come home Momma, you know the old man is dying
Brothers, sisters, they stand around and they are crying

He takes his hat, snaps it back
On the empty head old Lester thought might save him
He snaps his purse, sends for the hearse
Then he's off to dance beneath bright mirrored ceilings

Come home Momma

It's such a bitch, when the ditch
That they're digging is for your old man to lie in
It grows so cold, when you're told
That old lester's house is sold; the mortgage closing

Come home Momma