Tonart: A minor•
Verse 1
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Now this song is dedicated to my
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mom and all mothers out there
It goes like this
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From the day I was slipped from her womb,
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yeah
She gave me loving care
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Lord knows, we lived twenty days in an old,
Now
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I'm like a flower, to bloom
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Ma
Though sometimes she plays
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a part of my part
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Taught me a lot about pride
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and dignity
Thank you
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Can't no more pretend to care, yeah
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She still wants the fancy beer
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No way
Billy
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Camille
Thank you
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Michael, for firing me
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Mark is my mark
Though sometimes you play
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the part of my part
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Taught me a lot about pride
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and dignity
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Thank you my poor father and me
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Shoo, shoo, shoo- be- doo- be- doo
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my head
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And placed bread up on the table
Shoo, shoo, shoo- be- doo- be- doo
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You used to send me out to school,
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yeah
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And said, learn the rules
Lord
Lord
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Lord
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Ma is my ma
Though sometimes she plays
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a part of my part
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Taught me a lot about pride
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and dignity
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Thank you,'am, for sparing me
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Hear what I say
May the good
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Lord bless and keep our mom
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For the rest of her life
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See your mother's attended here, yeah
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She's the one that shines the mirror
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For she never yet be lickin' me
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Thank you ma'am for fathering me
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Ma' is my ma'
Though sometimes she played the
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part of my part
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Taught me a lot about right and dignity
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From the day I was clipped
She gave me loving care that
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I could never do
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We live in an old broken-
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down room
Now
I'm like a flower, tired to bloom
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