Michigan

Mom and Dad,
Living in Michigan with Uncle Ray
He and Aunt Terry said I should write
Said I should write
Said I should write
I should phone you
Just don't have that much to say
See I've been bartending about three nights a week
A stand-up place and they're good to me
Still I stay bored, most all the time
Except for the cards that Ray and I play
He's the only friend I've got in this place
Still it's better than Wichita
Aunt Terry, she's fine
She wants you to know she's wrote a song
She's picking up where she left off
She's picking it back
And its been years since she's tried
God has it really been that long?
Mom I'm sorry I was wrong
Dad I'm sorry I just couldn't stay in that town
Where everyone knows everything about me
Michigan, she's alright
Still I haven't found a love
Just want to be happy
Love, your son
Just try to be happy
Love, your son