Mama look out yonder comin' down the road Well it looks to me to be, half a mile or so His guitar strapped across his back, it's everything he owns Mama look out yonder comin' down the road Daddy always said he had the makings of a fool He wouldn't listen to a word, he's broken every rule But he had the good sense, to turn around and come back home And Mama look out yonder comin' down the road He's a winner, he's a loser, he's a picker, he's a chooser He's a mover, he's a shaker, he's a giver, he's a taker He has no use for silver, cause his heart's as pure as gold Mama look out yonder comin down the road All he ever needed were the clothes upon his back He never gave a damn and we'll damn sure give him that He always chose the rows he hoe'd and he carried his own load Mama look out yonder comin down the road He's a winner, he's a loser, he's a picker, he's a chooser He's a mover, he's a shaker, he's a giver, he's a taker He has no use for silver, 'cause his heart's as pure as gold Mama look out yonder comin down the road He's a winner, he's a loser, he's a picker, he's a chooser He's a mover, he's a shaker, he's a giver, he's a taker He has no use for silver, 'cause his heart's as pure as gold Mama look out yonder comin' down the road Your baby boy, he's a runnin' Mama look out yonder comin' down the road