| Last night I dreamed about my mother
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| In the house where we were raised
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| She was singing in the kitchen
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| You know my mama sure could sing
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| She taught me how to play the guitar
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| And to sing in harmony
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| She knew the gospel hymns by memory
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| Lord knows our mama sure could sing
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| When the father comes to call me
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| I know she’ll be waiting there
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| With her loving arms wide open
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| We’ll forget our earthly kiss
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| We’ll join a holy choir up yonder
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| In the presence of the King
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| It will all sound that much sweeter
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| 'Cause our mama sure can sing
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| Oh, when the father comes to call me
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| I know she’ll be waiting there
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| With her loving arms wide open
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| We’ll forget our earthly kiss
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| We’ll join a holy choir up yonder
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| In the presence of the King
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| It will all sound that much sweeter
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| 'Cause our mama sure can sing
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| Lord knows our mama sure could sing |