Mama's Gone, I've lost my friend
She ran the race oh yeah, she fought the fight
Now mama's gone, I've never seen my dad
She never spoke a single bad word,
In her whole life"
I knew she knew,
I lived fast and perhaps a bit to loose
And of all the smiling women who'd break my heart
Caught up in each song, she'd speak of God"
So if you can, mama said be kind to your fellow man
Be kind to all the women who'd hold your hand
Mama's gone, her pictures on the wall above my bed
And I won't be what other's need me to be"
Love and happiness, satisfaction, hope you understand
And never lust after women who have men
Read the good book,
And what it means to those who are wiser still"
Mama's gone now and boy so yes I will
Remember that money is the root of all that's bad
And their are women who'd take that root
Mama's gone and her song has made us strong"
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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