Mother's Day - Duff McKagan’s Loaded

Monday, I saw you smile

And then Tuesday

We talked awhile

By Wednesday something’s wrong

By weekend, you were gone

Thursday, I heard she strayed

And by Friday

When she got paid

She smoked it all away

Left ashes, for Saturday

We all dig our own way

We might find it tough to say

But this life’s a fragile thing

So goodbye, my dear old friend

Last Christmas, your daughter smiled

Hugged and kissed us

But you cashed it in

When the New Year’s ball had dropped

My hope died, as we watched the clock

We all dig our own way

We might find it tough to say

But this life’s a fragile thing

So goodbye, my dear old friend

It’s all quiet on Mother’s Day

Your baby’s grown and gone away

It’s all quiet on Mother’s Day

A forgotten mid-June gray

We all dig our own way

We all find it hard to say

But this life’s a fragile thing

So goodbye, my dear old friend

It’s all quiet on Mother’s Day

Your baby’s grown and gone away

It’s all quiet on Mother’s Day

A forgotten mid-June gray