Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Born under a roof of tin, rain sang my lullaby,
Mama whispered prayers to a sky too dry.
But the crops didn’t grow, and neither did I—
I stayed small, stayed mean, stayed out of her eye.
[Chorus]
I turned out to be the worst excuse,
My mother ever made, ever made.
A shadow on her light, a chain on her loose,
The kind of man the devil’d trade.
Oh, the worst excuse,
Her heart ever paid.
[Verse 2]
I stole from her jar when the pantry was bare,
Ran with a gang, gave her gray in her hair.
She buried my brother; I didn’t even care,
Just sat on the porch, feet kicked in the air.
[Prechorus]
And when she begged me, “Son, just try,”
I laughed, I left, let her cry.
[Chorus]
I turned out to be the worst excuse,
My mother ever made, ever made.
A shadow on her light, a chain on her loose,
The kind of man the devil’d trade.
Oh, the worst excuse,
Her heart ever paid.
[Bridge]
Now the wind’s got her name, and it howls through the pines,
And I’m left here with whiskey, and too much time.
I’d beg her forgiveness, but I know that it’s gone,
Like the crops that died, like the morning dawn.
Style
uptempoand fiddle fills; male vocalsoutlaw countryupright basstwangy guitars with a steady 3/4 rhythmcountryuptempo waltz
Prompt
An outlaw country waltz uptempo about being a failure…. I turned out to be the worst excuse my mother ever made
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Burnt_Reynolds_rap3GeneratedOct 25, 2025
ModelAria v4
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