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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, la

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