I remember Saturday mornin’s
Me wakin’ up to mama in the kitchen cookin’ and spam cookin’
I was just a young dude, watchin’ mornin’ cartoons, waitin’ for mama to braid my hair
I used to hate to get it done, cause she’d braid it too tight
My mama always gave a style she knew I would like, and then
I would go outside and play, she’d sit on the front porch
While me and Rob played ball


Mama always did little things like that
Mama always will know I love her for that
For all the things that you used to do…
Mama I dedicate this one to you

It’s straight from the heart
This is your song
You’re my lucky charm so you already know,
That Ima sing this one for you, so let me sing this one for you
From every tour, every show
You’re my lucky charm, go wherever I go
Mama Ima sing this one to you, mama let me sing this one to you


She’s like the mother of Tappahannock, VA
Everybody knew miss Joyce, where we stayed
All heads said she was cool, nothing’ that she wouldn’t do
But about CB, she was know to act a fool (whoawhoa)
With the little money that she made
She took the bed and made it all okay
Nights wit the dickies, when we had to stay there
Always held it down, so I gotta thank you now


--->AmmAzinn<----
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x3