Same day of last year, same cold drizzle, same bad case of hangover. My mom and I spent Mother's Day morning draggin' each other in the most ultimate tug of war battle the stairs of our home have ever seen.
The event: Yours truly was hellbent on deliverin' a can of whoop ass to an asshole of a neighbor who was at it again. I could have gone to jail for what may have transpired had my most prudent of a mom gave all her strength to contain my demon-like possession.
How our mothers save us from damnation, mystery.
And so I slide back to the lessons our mothers taught us. None could be more identifiable than the words of this Lynyrd Skynyrd song:
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say
And if you do this it'll help you some sunny day
Oh, take your time don't live too fast
Troubles will come and they will pass
Go find a woman you'll find love
And don't forget son there is someone up above
And be a simple kind of man
Be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me son if you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try
All that I want for you my son is to be satisfied
And be a simple kind of man
Be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me son if you can? Oh yes, I will
Boy, don't you worry you'll find yourself
Follow your heart and nothing else
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try
All that I want for you my son is to be satisfied
And be a simple kind of man
Be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me son if you can?
Baby be a simple, be a simple man
Be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man