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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. End Lyrics: