| Mama don’t cry, don’t you worry about me
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| I’m a little bit scared here, mama, but I’m gonna be all right
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| I’ve got the letter that you gave me folded in my pocket
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| I’ve gotta feeling like I need to read it maybe one more time
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| And let it ease my mind
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| It’s a wide, wide world looking out this window
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| Thirty thousand feet above the ground I grew up on
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| Just a small town girl, out here chasing rainbows
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| Doing what I can to stand up on my own
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| You taught me well, you raised me right
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| So mama don’t cry
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| I remember standin' at the end of the driveway
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| Lookin' down that highway wonderin' how far it goes?
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| And I can feel your hand restin' on my shoulder
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| Hear you sayin', «Baby, don’t forget when you’re grown
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| That road will always lead you home»
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| It’s a wide, wide world looking out this window
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| Thirty thousand feet above the ground I grew up on
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| Just a small town girl, out here chasing rainbows
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| Doing what I can to stand up on my own
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| You taught me well, you raised me right
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| So mama don’t cry
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| It’s a wide, wide world looking out this window
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| Thirty thousand feet above the ground I grew up on
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| Just a small town girl, out here chasing rainbows
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| Doing what I can to stand up on my own
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| You taught me well, you raised me right
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| So mama don’t cry |