| He got here red and wrinkled scared and cryin'
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| Then she took him up and held him to her breast
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| And he sure was glad to get what mama offered
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| Then he went to sleep and put his fears to rest
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| It didn’t seem to matter what he needed
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| He could always count on mama to supply
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| And regardless of the sleep she might be losin'
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| He always found a twinkle in her eye
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| There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas
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| Creation’s most unique and precious pearls
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| And heaven help us always to remember
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| That the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world
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| She taught him all the attributes of greatness
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| That she knew he couldn’t learn away from home
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| And by the time she wore the cover off her bible
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| Her hair was gray and her little man was gone
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| There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas
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| Creation’s most unique and precious pearls
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| And heaven help us always to remember
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| That the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world
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| Yes, the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world |