They say Hattie, sweet as honeysuckle
Lit the light under the shade
She'd come on down from Memphis
Slow march as the fire began to fade
On the table, the book of dreams, the colors all faded
Country radio from the bedroom cracklin' low
On her hands the cracks and wrinkles are a map
To the places she knows and is bound to go
I felt the arms of the mother in the back of the car
Dreaming on the side of the road
Watching in light of the passing cars
Gently feeling where we been, where we are
On the table, the book of dreams, the colors all faded
Country radio from the bedroom cracklin' low
On her hands the cracks and wrinkles are a map
To the places she knows and is bound to go
I want to say 'don't leave me here' I am bound for you
A bird in a cage just dying to be free
And everything you gave me back, there wasn't a key
Ever a slave, love, ever a slave
On the table, the book of dreams, the colors all faded
Country radio from the bedroom cracklin' low
On her hands the cracks and wrinkles are a map
To the places she knows and is bound to go.