Mother, last night I shot a famous man   His music, his life, I was his greatest fan   Mother, I'm sorry for all the things that I did   I've been hiding it all of my life, shouldÃŒve kept it still hid   Should've kept it still hid      Mother, last night I shot a famous man   Ain't it funny the things a man does cos he knows that he can   When I raise my voice, it's a small feeble sound in the wind   To make yourself heard in this big bad world, you must know where to begin   You must know where to begin      Mother, last night I shot a famous man   But today I can't say it all went according to plan   He just looked at me, he stared me straight in the eyes   Now I know how he felt every day til he died   Every day til he died      Mother, well now people listen to me   I'm the King of America, some say that I'm the King of Comedy   Mother, now that I know what it means to be heard   I wish I put down my gun, like he put down his guitar   And I wish that I'd swallowed my words   Wished I'd swallowed my words      Mother, I knew him, but he never knew me