Cali's Mom

Verse

Early mornin at a quarter to eight,

Minivans lined up by the parking lot gate,

Sign in my hand, boots on the ground

She walks by and turns the traffic around

She’s got that white gold hair in the morning sun,

Smiles a lot, and talks to everyone

Just a Tuesday beauty on a painted street

Prettiest sight this town’s ever seen

Chorus

Cali’s mom, in the crosswalk light

Makes Tuesday morn feel like a Friday night,

She walks like a star with her baby in hand

She’s the prettiest girl in the whole damn land

Just a Tuesday beauty on a painted street

Oh, Cali’s mom, She’s Cali’s mom.

Verse

With a tilt of her head in a pretty sundress

And a pair of boots I must confess

I always wave as she walks in my lane

She makes the sun shine even in the rain

From the schoolhouse door to the corner store

There’s a little bit of magic, and a little bit more

Just a Tuesday beauty on a painted street,

And the kindest soul you could ever meet

Chorus

Cali’s mom, in the crosswalk light

Makes Tuesday morn feel like a Friday night,

She walks like a star with her baby in hand

She’s the prettiest girl in the whole damn land

Just a Tuesday beauty on a painted street

Oh, Cali’s mom, She’s Cali’s mom.