That's Why I Sing This Way

My Momma used to tell me, "Son, you better get your work done
 Your Daddy's coming home at five
 And if you ain't all through with the chores you gotta do
 Boy, I'm gonna tan you alive"
 I was glued to the radio, listening to my hero
 Singing them sad old songs
 Singing them sadder than a one car funeral
 Nobody sings like Jones
 I'd take that old kitchen broom up to my room
 And I'd play it like an old guitar
 Or sit out on the porch trying to sing like George
 Dreaming of becoming a star
 Well, things I never did when I was just a kid
 Made me what I am today
 You see, Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album
 That's why I sing this way
 So I ended up in Nashville working at a saw mill
 Just to be close to the stars
 I got a little broke but I couldn't ask my folks
 So I had to hock my old guitar
 I still hang around tootsie's orchid lounge thinking
 He'll walk through that door
 But a voice in my mind says, "You wasting your time
 'Cause George don't drink no more"
 I'd take that old kitchen broom up to my room
 And I'd play it like an old guitar
 Or sit out on the porch trying to sing like George
 Dreaming of becoming a star
 Well, things I never did when I was just a kid
 Made me what I am today
 You see, Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album
 That's why I sing this way
 Well, things I never did when I was just a kid
 Made me what I am today
 You see, Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album
 That's why I sing this way
 Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album
 That's why I sing this way