18 years had come and gone for mama they flew by but for me they drug on and on. We were loading that chevy both trying not to cry mama kept on talking putting off goodbye. The she took my hand and said before you hit the highway you better stop for gas and there's a 50 in the ash tray incase you are short on cash and here's a map and here's a bible if you ever loose you way. And don't forget to remember me. This apartment sure makes me miss home and those bills that are on the counter keep telling me I'm on my own. And just like every Sunday I called mama up last night and even when it's not I tell her everything's alright. Before we hung up I said hey mama don't forget to tell my baby sister I'll see her in the fall and tell memaw I miss her yeah I should give her a call and make sure you tell daddy that I'm still his little girl yeah I still feel like I;m where I'm supposed to be but don't to remember me. Tonight I find myself kneeling by the bed to pray I haven't done this in a while so I don't know what to say, but Lord I feel so small sometimes in this big old place yeah I know there's more imortant things, but don't forget to remember me.