^CMaybe it's the color of the sun cut flat And ^Amcovering the ^Fcrossroads I'm standing at, Or ^Cmaybe it's the ^Gweather or ^Amsomething like ^Fthat, But ^Cmama, you're just ^Gon my ^Cmind.

^CI don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset, I am not ^Ampleadin' or ^Fsayin', "I can't forget you." I ^Cdo not walk the ^Gfloor bowed ^Amdown an' bent, but ^Fyet, ^CMama, you're just ^Gon my ^Cmind.

^CEven though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow, Where you ^Ambeen don't bother me or ^Fbring me down in sorrow. ^CIt don't even ^Gmatter where you're ^Amwakin' up ^Ftomorrow, ^CMama, you're just ^Gon my ^Cmind.

^CWhen you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror. You ^Amknow I won't be next to you, you ^Fknow I won't be near. I'd just be ^Ccurious to ^Gknow if you can ^Amsee yourself as ^Fclear ^CAs someone who has ^Ghad you on his ^Cmind.

Bob Dylan - Mama you been on my mind