| Mama always got up early
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| And she never went to bed 'til late
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| Yet, I never heard her complainin'
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| About her family of eight
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| There were times she should have been sleepin'
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| But, late in the midnight hour
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| She’d get down on her knees
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| And you could hear her say,
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| «Lord fill them will your power»
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| Mama like to burn the midnight oil
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| Down on her knees in prayer
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| If you asked why she did it
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| She said she did it care she cared
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| Now Mama always talked to Jesus
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| When she knelt by her rocking chair
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| Oh, I’m glad my mama was willin'
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| To burn the midnight oil in prayer
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| Now Mama’s gone to be with Jesus
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| I’ve got a family of my own
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| Yet, whenever the clock strikes midnight
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| You will find me all alone
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| That’s when I start to call upon Jesus
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| For His wisdom and His power
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| Cause it seems that He loves
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| To hear a Daddy’s prayer
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| Even in the midnight hour
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| Years from now, when my grown little boy
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| Has a family of his own
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| Will he kneel down and pray
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| When the hour gets late
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| And pass the legacy on
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| Cause now there’s a Daddy who’s willing
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| To burn the midnight oil in prayer |