Momma got to worrying because her boy left home in a hurry again   Her photographs are fading, she keeps a box in the closet full of negatives   Well, I left a note on the floor in my room   I've always been stubborn and late to bloom   I had to lay down my load, my burdens are my own   It's a coming of age when you feel it you know      When you feel it you know   When you feel it you know   and I know, I know      I was longing on a short summer night when I had the urge to leave   I went out to find my muse with an eighth in my pocket    and a craving for some cajun blues   I was following my follies when I saw her aboard the River Queen   I was courting my creole lady all the way to New Orleans   But I was swoon by a luminous tomb so I climbed the roof    and gave that woman my croon   I had to tell her all I know, my business is my own   It's a coming of age when you feel it you know      When you feel it you know   When you feel it you know   And I know, I know      When you feel   When you feel it you know   When you feel   When you feel it you know   When you feel   When you feel it you know   When you feel   When you feel it      Well, mamma got to worrying she said "Now boy,    I stay up late wondering where you've been!   Oh, soon your gonna have to give in.    No, you can't live forever the way that you've been."   Oh, mamma I'm not trying to do not wrong I had to learn this is the way    I get along   It's a life that I chose, my reasons are my own   It's a coming of age when you feel it you know      When you feel it you know   When you feel it you know   When you feel it you know   When you feel it you know   When you feel it you know   When you feel it you know   I know, I know   When you feel it you know   When you feel it you know   When you feel it you know