Mama, Who Is That Man

U.I. Generated Song from ‪@HeadwindsAIMusic‬ about a long-haul truck driver who seldom gets to come home to see his wife and little girl who asked Mama, 'Who is that man?'.

(country, Warm modern country ballad with male vocals, brushed drums and gently picked acoustic guitar, First verse intimate and storytelling, pedal steel sighing in the background; chorus blooms with harmony stacks and a supportive piano bed, Subtle bass anchors the low end, drum swells lift each hook, and a stripped-down bridge pulls back to vocal and guitar before a final, emotional chorus)

Lyrics:
Bug-splattered windshield
Coffee gone cold
Mile marker memories
Getting heavy, getting old
Picture of my baby
Sun-faded on the dash
I keep promising “Next month”
Then I’m gone in a flash

But Friday I made it home
Snuck in through the back
Heard laughter in the kitchen
Then the words hit like a crash

[Chorus]
“Mama, who is that man?”
Froze me where I stand
My own little girl
Didn’t know my hand
All these white lines I’ve been chasin’
Ain’t part of any plan
When your baby’s eyes are asking
Mama, who is that man?

She hid behind her mama
Like I was some stranger
Tiny arms around her legs
Like I could be danger
I knelt down real gentle
Said, “Hey, it’s Daddy, hey”
She just stared right through me
Like I’d already walked away

Later in the hallway
Suitcase in my grip
My wife said, “We miss you
But we can’t live like this”

[Chorus]
“Mama, who is that man?”
Froze me where I stand
My own little girl
Didn’t know my hand
All these white lines I’ve been chasin’
Ain’t part of any plan
When your baby’s eyes are asking
Mama, who is that man?

[Bridge]
I called the boss on Sunday
Said, “Find another seat”
I’m done counting exits
Instead of counting little feet
Trade in these long nights rolling
For stories before bed
I want “Daddy, don’t let go”
Not “Who is that man?” again.
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