My girl told me she'd had enough Of all my songs about losing love. She said "What are you afraid of, that you're gonna lose Your audience if you give up the blues?" So I took out some paper, and I did what I do: I wrote up a song, Ma, just for you. Well, it's not very deep and it's not very long; It's just to tell you, Ma, what's going on: I didn't have time, I did 't have money I didn't have love, and that ain't funny Then I found me a girl and a job with pay I'm telllin' ya, Ma, everything's okay I'm happy all the time Now I never get sorrow, I never get blue I don't even get lonesome and you know what's new I Ask no questions, I tell no lies I'm telling ya, Ma, You'd be surprised I'm happy all the time Used to be a sad sack, whinin' and a-cryin' I was sick of my life and afraid of dyin' Now I'm feeling so much better, Just the other day the woman I love said she just might stay So tell all the ladies down at the club your boy's all right, Ma, He's in love she's pretty and clean, she loves me, Too she's smarter than me, And nothing like you, and I'm happy all the time