| A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labor camp
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| Stand out in this memory I revived
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| Because my daddy raised a family there, with two hard working hands
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| And tried to feed my mama’s hungry eyes
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| He dreamed of something better, and my mama’s faith was strong
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| And us kids were just too young to realize
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| That another class of people put us somewhere just below
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| One more reason for my mama’s hungry eyes
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| Mama never had the luxuries she wanted
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| But it wasn’t cause my daddy didn’t try
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| She only wanted things she really needed
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| One more reason for my mama’s hungry eyes
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| I remember daddy praying for a better way of life
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| But I don’t recall a change of any size
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| Just a little loss of courage, as their age began to show
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| And more sadness in my mama’s hungry eyes
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| Mama never had the luxuries she wanted
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| But it wasn’t cause my daddy didn’t try
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| She only wanted things she really needed
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| One more reason for my mama’s hungry eyes
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| Oh, I still recall my mama’s hungry eyes |