Momma

Momma I wonder sometimes how I ever got by

running wild driving you crazy and telling you liesYou turned to Jesus when my ways were too much to bare

And momma he must have been listening to all of your prayersMomma I hope you're still praying for me every night

I'm always trying to do what you taught me was right

Sometimes its hard to stay on the road straight and true

Momma I wouldn't know which way to turn without youMomma sometimes you know I still don't understand

How you could do all that you did with just two loving hands

And when they were through with their work at the end of the day

Those hands held the bible you read me to show me the way