It started out so simple And got so far out of hand Making show-biz out of what was fun From the time I stopped my schooling And went out to start a band I've been livin' every minute on the run And I've tried to be all that you'd hoped I'd be Just because things went wrong don't run out on me I need you Mama, open up I'm coming back in I don't like it out here no more Mama, open up I'm coming back in I don't like it out here no more I'm overweight I'm underpaid No one's beating you back to my door Mama, open up I'm coming back in I don't like it out here Motel rooms and flying tunes And food I couldn't chew From the Fillmore to the White House Chasing fame I hope nobody hears my records And my roof is leaking too After all these years My life appears in vain They still say just one hit and you're doin' fine But I'm bored with the game and I'm short on time I wanna end it Mama, open up I'm coming back in I don't like it out here no more Mama, open up I'm coming back in I don't like it out here no more I'm overweight I'm underpaid Mama, open up