That's Why I Sing This Way

My Momma used to tell me, "Son, you better get your work done

Your Daddy's coming home at five

And if you ain't all through with the chores you gotta do

Boy, I'm gonna tan you alive"

I was glued to the radio, listening to my hero

Singing them sad old songs

Singing them sadder than a one car funeral

Nobody sings like Jones

I'd take that old kitchen broom up to my room

And I'd play it like an old guitar

Or sit out on the porch trying to sing like George

Dreaming of becoming a star

Well, things I never did when I was just a kid

Made me what I am today

You see, Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album

That's why I sing this way

So I ended up in Nashville working at a saw mill

Just to be close to the stars

I got a little broke but I couldn't ask my folks

So I had to hock my old guitar

I still hang around tootsie's orchid lounge thinking

He'll walk through that door

But a voice in my mind says, "You wasting your time

'Cause George don't drink no more"

I'd take that old kitchen broom up to my room

And I'd play it like an old guitar

Or sit out on the porch trying to sing like George

Dreaming of becoming a star

Well, things I never did when I was just a kid

Made me what I am today

You see, Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album

That's why I sing this way

Well, things I never did when I was just a kid

Made me what I am today

You see, Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album

That's why I sing this way

Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album

That's why I sing this way