| Me and Jimmy Crowder and a single cigarette
|
| Crouched down in a stall out in the barn
|
| Three puffs later we were sick as we could get
|
| Prayin' we’d get better before we got home
|
| She saw me comin' through the back door screen
|
| I knew the minute that she looked at me
|
| Mama knows, Mama knows
|
| Sometimes I think she’s got a window to my soul
|
| Mama knows, Mama knows
|
| Even when I think it doesn’t show
|
| Mama knows
|
| Me and Becky Johnson ankle deep in ocean waves
|
| Pants rolled up and hearts out on our sleeves
|
| Both needin' more than either one of us could say
|
| That first love left the sweetest memory
|
| Fifteen and shy, I didn’t tell a soul
|
| How is it Mama never has to be told?
|
| Mama knows, Mama knows
|
| Sometimes I think she’s got a window to my soul
|
| Mama knows, Mama knows
|
| Even when I think it doesn’t show
|
| Mama knows
|
| I wasn’t home when Mama passed away
|
| I didn’t get to say, «I love you»
|
| But I’ve got this feelin'
|
| Mama knows, Mama knows
|
| Sometimes I think she’s got a window to my soul
|
| Mama knows, Mama knows
|
| Even when I think it doesn’t show |
| Mama knows, Mama knows |