Lyrics:

1993
Writer(s): Vern Gosdin, Robert Orrall, John Northrup

There we were it was a cold and bitter night
Going through our golden memories oh what a sight
I'll take the pickup you take the car
I'll find my own place you stay where you are
We had it worked out till somebody turned on the light

And down the hall came our little boy
Pulling his red wagon full of his favorite toys
And asking the question that brought us to our knees
He said momma and daddy what are we gonna do about me

There we were trying to please our son
Making everything look just right where he's concerned
There on his face we could see the mistakes
That two selfish people were about to make
What we thought was over just started all over again

When down the hall came our little boy
Pulling his red wagon full of his favorite toys
And asking the question that brought us to our knees
He said momma and daddy what are we gonna do about me

He said momma and daddy what are we gonna do about me