| Mama, your boys might make some mistakes*
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| But we know where we’re from
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| And we know how we were raised
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| So don’t you think twice about where we are tonight,
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| No matter how far from home
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| We’ll be back along, just a matter of time.
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| Home, might scatter and fade,
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| With time all things must change
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| The road, it might take its own course
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| But at it’s end, we’re still your boys
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| Mama there’s times where we’ll make some mistakes,
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| We know how you’ve worked and we know how you’ve prayed,
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| So don’t you think twice bout where we are tonight
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| No matter what becomes of us
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| You gave us enough,
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| Know that we’ve tried.
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| Home, it might scatter and fade
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| With time, all things must change
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| The road, it might take its own course
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| But at it’s end, we’re still your boys
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| And your mother was 16
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| When she married the man that she loved
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| Now she gave you everything
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| And you gave it all back to us
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| Mama, you know we might make some mistakes
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| If we should falter, it’s us should be blamed
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| Don’t you think twice 'bout what’s wrong or right
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| Learned it long time ago, we keep it close
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| You’re with us tonight
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| Home, it might scatter and fade,
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| With time all things must change,
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| The road it might take its own course
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| But at it’s end, we’re still your boys |