| When I was just a little boy
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| When I would go out to play
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| And I would wonder so far from home
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| That I would lose my way
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| Then I’d call on my mama to help me
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| And she’d come right away
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| To help me get back home where I wanna be
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| And here’s what I’d say
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| Momma hold my hand
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| I don’t think I can cross this road by myself
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| Mama hold my hand
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| I don’t think I can cross this road by myself
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| And when I was a young man
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| I would go astray
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| Didn’t want nobody to hold my hand
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| Wanted to make my own way
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| And my mama would come out to help me
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| But I’d push her away
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| Cause I just wanted to be on my own
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| And here’s what I’d say
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| Mama leave my hand
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| I’ve been waiting to cross this road by myself
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| Cross this road by myself
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| Well now that I’m a grown man
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| I done moved away
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| I got a house, a 9 to 5 and my wife
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| Got a kid on the way
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| Mama told me that life’s gonna get rough
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| Take it day by day
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| But every once in a while I get scared
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| And I wish I could say
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| Momma hold my hand
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| I don’t think I can cross this road by myself
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| Mama hold my hand
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| I don’t think I can cross this road by myself
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| Now my mama is near the end of her years
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| And her hair is grey
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| Sometimes I call her to ask her
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| If she would like to spend the day
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| Mama used to be strong but she ain’t now
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| And she can’t make her way
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| That’s why I’m always around when she needs help
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| And here’s what I say
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| Mama hold my hand
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| I don’t think you can cross this road by yourself
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| Mama hold my hand
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| I don’t think you can cross this road by yourself |