Mama's dead, never again would she hold my hand Never again to hear her call my name How I miss it much more than I show, I miss it, oh My mama's dead No one to talk to when I'm, when I'm feelin' low No one 'stand me when I, when I go too far I need help, help, what will I do without help? She tried so hard to make me a respectable man She didn't really know me and she didn't really understand She worked like a slave and prayed hard everyday What did I do for her? My way was not her way But now she's gone, her troubles are over, the pain is gone I wish, I had made her proud to call me son 'Cause I love her more than she knows More than she knew I love her No one to cry, no one to sit by the bed side No one to watch the light in my window No one, no one to come in Come in and pull the cover over my head at night No one to say, son, everything will be alright No one to say, somebody up there loves us Lay your head on mama's breast and rest, yeah Everybody got a mother and you know what I'm talking about Mama's dead, mama's dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
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