| Well, my mama, she was always tellin' her truth
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| Times were hard and that’s how she made it through
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| When it came to her feelin’s, wasn’t no back burner on that stove
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| Some little somethin' would go wrong and she might start yellin' or cryin'
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| If you didn’t know better, you’d think one of us was dyin'
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| But that was mama and she just told her truth
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| I would sit in the church house right there beside her
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| Mama would move when the spirit would guide her
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| Wavin' her hands up to heaven singin' her tune
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| But if the preacher said somethin' and she didn’t like it
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| Her head would go to shakin', she just wouldn’t hide it
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| That was mama and she just told her truth
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| When I was a kid comin' in from school, I said
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| «Mama, I’m so worried something could happen to you!»
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| And if you die, Oh Mama, what am I gonna do?"
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| She said, Iris just because I’m older than you
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| Don’t be sure you won’t go before I do
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| That was mama and she just told her truth
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| It was my mama who taught me I could tell my truth
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| And sometimes it’s all that I can do
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| Lookin' in from the outside, it might not seem like much
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| But I’ll tell ya now, if that’s what you’re thinkin'
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| Your truth can be the difference between swimmin' and sinkin'
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| I thank my mama for tellin' me her truth
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| If she was glad she took you with her
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| If she was sad she took you too
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| There wasn’t a lot of travellin' she didn’t do
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| Right there in that little house was a bigger world than I may ever see
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| Some people liked it and some people didn’t
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| For some of what she said she may never be forgiven
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| But that was mama and she just told her truth
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| Life with my mama could sometimes be a rough road
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| She could say somethin' and blood would pour from my soul
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| But I wouldn’t trade one mile of this journey me and her have been on
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| 'Cause I’ve loved my mama like I’ve never loved another
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| Long as I live there will be no one above her
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| I know my mama 'cause she told me her truth
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| Life as I know it can be a little confusing
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| I don’t know the difference between winnin' and losin'
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| Everytime I find a line that I can walk on, it slips from view
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| But when it all goes dark and I start losing vision
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| I just think about her and I know just what I’m missin'
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| I gotta go back to tellin' my truth
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| It was my mama who taught me I could tell my truth
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| And sometimes it’s all that I can do
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| Lookin' in from the outside, it might not seem like much
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| But I’ll tell ya now, if that’s what you’re thinkin'
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| Your truth can be the difference between swimmin' and sinkin'
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| I thank my mama for tellin' me her truth |