I was heading north on Highway 5, on a starlit Sunday night
On a pickup truck driven by me out of control
As I watched in my headlights, he swerved left
Never hit the brakes as he left the road

I found him blind in the grass among the steel and glass
With an empty whiskey bottle by his side
And through the blood and tears, he whispered in my ear
A few last words just before he died

"Don't tell mama I was drinking
Lord knows her soul would never rest
I can't leave this world with mama thinking
I met the Lord with whiskey on my breath"

You know I still think about that night
And how that young boy died
And how others sometimes pay for our mistakes

And you know the last thing on that boys mind
As he left this big cold world behind
Was just knowin' his poor mothers heart would break

Don't tell mama I was drinking
Lord knows her soul would never rest
I can't leave this world with mama thinking
I met the Lord with whiskey on my breath
Don't tell mama I was drinking