Mama raised seven children All alone Working hard every day All day long Through the days, through the years Filled with sorrow and tears Mama kept on singing a song
And she'd go Mmm...
Mama raised up my childhood Linger on Of that poor little shack We called home And how when troubles got us down After supper we'd gather round And mama would sing us a song
And she'd go Mmm... Whoa, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Here I am a thousand miles Away from home The girl I loved said goodbye Now she's gone Thought she meant the world to me Life's too short for misery So I just think I'll sing my mama's song
Whoa, mmm... Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Let me sing now Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Let me sing darling La, la, la, la, la La, laTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
