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Hindsight 2020, Vol. 3: Angelina

Alibis

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Hey Momma
(c) Pat Sparkman/Jackie Wayne White
(Verse 1]
Hey momma
What'd you be doing today?
Raining and gloomy here
You'd probably like it anyway
Sitting in your easy chair
Doing crosswords or crochet
Wish you's here
Your up there with dad
That's better I'd say

[Verse 2]
Hey momma
Wish you could make me a fried peach pie
I've tried quite a few but yours was just right
I'll keep on looking anyway

[Verse 3]
Fresh one from the skillet
And cold milk would make my day
I'm sitting here just wondering
What you'd be doing today

[Verse 4]
Hey momma
I know you're still looking out for me
I can feel you every now and then
Or more like every day
You know I miss you more
Than I know how to say
Hey momma
I just wondered
What you'd be doing today


Instrumental 

Chorus
I’m a Big Old Boy
But tears are running from my eyes
I wish I’d told you more
How you’ve blessed my life

Guess that’s why I tell
The folks on Life’s road
You were the kindest human soul

I miss you momma

Hey Momma sung by Pat Sparkman

Buck Ramble is older now—but not finished.
He’s traded horsepower for a rocking chair, the open range for a north-facing porch, and the need to run for the grace to stay. Across the River Stones is the final chapter in a life lived hard and redeemed slowly, where every song feels like a lesson learned the honest way.

He sings about summer storms on tin roofs, unsent letters that became fuel instead of regret, and the kind of dancing only a worn-out body can do with total freedom. He gives fatherly advice to sons both real and imagined. He revisits old legends—like Doc Holliday—not to retell history, but to bless the men who never got the peace he found.

This album is not about dying. It’s about finally living right, even if you came late to the lesson. It’s about choosing joy over bitterness, letting humor outlast pride, and knowing when to put the past down so you can still move your feet when the fiddle kicks in.

There’s no final showdown here—just acceptance, gratitude, and a groove that somehow keeps getting faster at the end. The porch still faces north, the rain still falls, and Buck Ramble is still singing—maybe softer now, but truer than ever.


Every man carries something—
this is the sound of learning what to lay down
and what to dance with anyway.

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