| Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat
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| An' cov’rin' the crossroads I’m standing at,
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| Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that,
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| But mama, you been on my mind.
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| I don’t mean trouble, please don’t put me down or get upset,
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| I am not pleadin' or sayin', «I can’t forget.»
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| I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet,
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| Mama, you been on my mind.
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| Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,
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| Where you been don’t bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
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| It don’t even matter to me where you’re wakin' up tomorrow,
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| But mama, you’re just on my mind.
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| I am not askin' you to say words like «yes"or «no,»
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| Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go.
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| I’m just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don’t know,
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| Mama, you been on my mind.
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| When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
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| You know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near.
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| I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
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| As someone who has had you on his mind. |