(Verse 1)
Got my own place, a yard out back.
Pay my bills, stay on track.
But every Sunday, ‘round five o’clock,
She’s on the line with that small talk.
“Hey, how you been? You sleepin’ right?”
Her voice still feels like home tonight.
And I just smile, let her fuss,
Truth is, I don’t mind that much.
(Pre-Chorus)
She still knows when my voice sounds tired.
Still asks if I’ve found what I desired.
(Chorus)
I don’t need her to hold my hand,
But she’s the reason I still stand.
Her faith built my backbone strong,
Her love’s been the road I’ve walked on.
Yeah, life’s my own, but oh my joy—
She still calls me her boy.
(Verse 2)
That old porch light still burns at night,
Same front door, same welcome sight.
I don’t go home like I used to do,
But that kitchen still smells just like truth.
She hugs me tight, won’t let go,
Says, “Be safe, son, drive real slow.”
And I laugh, but deep inside,
That’s the part I can’t outgrow.
(Pre-Chorus)
When I’m lost, her words still guide,
Like a prayer echoing in my mind.
(Chorus)
I don’t need her to hold my hand,
But she’s the reason I still stand.
Her heart taught me right from wrong,
Her voice keeps me moving on.
Yeah, I’ve got my life, my pride, my joy—
But she still calls me her boy.
(Bridge)
And one day when she’s watching from above,
I’ll hear her whisper through the dust—
“Son, you did just fine.”
And I’ll smile, ‘cause she’s right every time.
(Final Chorus)
No, I don’t need her to hold my hand,
But I’ll always be her biggest fan.
Her love’s the light that won’t fade away,
It’s in my heart, it’s in my name.
No matter how far I go, oh boy—
She still calls me her boy.
(Tag)
Yeah… and I still call her home.
