Mylow you know your mother loves you true
When you were asleep she used to love me too
When you were hungry and tired unshaven drunk and wired
Your mother love would always pull us through

She was still a girl when she left home
Musta been she got the itch to roam
She packed you up strapped on a skirt of blue
Beneath a blanket of stars she found a different view

So Mylow keep your chin up
Mylow keep your chin up
Mylow keep your chin up and I'll keep my chin up too

Mylow your mother's names written on my soul
So there's always a carrot for the bunny hole
And a whiskey on ice when your week is through
Hey kid I sure do miss my talks with you

Mylow say a prayer for the boy back home
Hangin' off of the blue house without a telephone
I never asked you for much but i need a favor from you
Just keep all them Brooklyn boys outa your mama's way

And I will keep my chin up
I will keep my chin up
I will keep my chin up and kid you keep your chin up too