| Mama’s dead, never again would she hold my hand
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| Never again to hear her call my name
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| How I miss it much more than I show, I miss it, oh
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| My mama’s dead
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| No one to talk to when I’m, when I’m feeling low
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| No one understand me when I, when I go too far
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| I need help, help, what will I do without help?
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| She tried so hard to make me a respectable man
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| She didn’t really know me and she didn’t really understand
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| She worked like a slave and prayed hard everyday
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| What did I do for her? |
| My way was not her way
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| But now she’s gone, her troubles are over, the pain is gone
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| I wish, I had made her proud to call me son
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| Because I love her more than she knows
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| More than she knew I love her
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| No one to cry, no one to sit by the bed side
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| No one to watch the light in my window
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| No one, no one to come in
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| Come in and pull the cover over my head at night
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| No one to say, son, everything will be alright
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| No one to say, somebody up there loves us
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| Lay your head on mama’s breast and rest, yeah
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| Everybody got a mother and you know what I’m talking about
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| Mama’s dead, mama’s dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead |