Sunday morning I heard mama pray From a room I heard her say Good Lord help my son find his way Lord he's just a country boy He thinks the world is great big toy And there ain't nothin' he can't do If he wants to He got himself a part time job Saved his money and bought him a guitar Played from sun up to sundown, hey, hey, hey He don't wanna go to school no more Won't do his household chores But I'm a hit, the neighbors biggest sound (He's) Got some big ideas He's talkin' 'bout leavin' here And going to a place called New York City Here's what he told me Mama, I gotta brand new thing don't say no Let me go Mama, (Yeah) Gotta brand new thing don't say no Let me go Mama said My son, my son you're only sixteen I know being a star is your dream But I think it's time you stop all this foolin' And get to your schoolin' I'm already in a state of frustration Stop preachin' that education 'Cause this guitar is gonna make me a king Above everything else, listen Diamonds from head to toe First class everywhere we go Just give me a chance to do my thing Mama Gotta brand new thing don't say no Let me go Mama Gotta brand new thing don't say no Let me go I can see it all now Champagne and caviar Black chauffeur-driven limousine car Trips all around the world And I'll have my choice of any girl People lined up as far as you can see Standing in line just to see me Money piling up to the sky There ain't nothin' that we can't buy Have a little faith in me Mama I'm sure that you will see That your son and his guitar Are gonna go far