That’s What Mamas Are For Chris Lane
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[Verse 1]
Dads are good for teachin' how to pitch and throw a curveball
And backin' jon boat trailers down the drive
Build a treehouse in a backyard with a Black+Decker skill saw
Or fly that front porch home team flag up high
Yeah, there's some things that they can do just right
But I'm sittin' here, missin' Mama tonight
[Chorus]
She's got a marked-up King James heart of gold
Got too much on her plate, but never lets it show
And she put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me
And maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for
[Verse 2]
Sneakin' out and raisin' too much hell at seventeen
When I got back homе, she was waitin' on the porch
Wasn't pissed off, didn't cuss mе, she just held out her hand
And said, "Give me back the keys to my Accord
And don't disappoint your mom like this no more"
[Chorus]
She's got a marked-up King James heart of gold
Got too much on her plate, but never lets it show
And she put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me
And maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for
Dads are good for teachin' how to pitch and throw a curveball
And backin' jon boat trailers down the drive
Build a treehouse in a backyard with a Black+Decker skill saw
Or fly that front porch home team flag up high
Yeah, there's some things that they can do just right
But I'm sittin' here, missin' Mama tonight
[Chorus]
She's got a marked-up King James heart of gold
Got too much on her plate, but never lets it show
And she put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me
And maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for
[Verse 2]
Sneakin' out and raisin' too much hell at seventeen
When I got back homе, she was waitin' on the porch
Wasn't pissed off, didn't cuss mе, she just held out her hand
And said, "Give me back the keys to my Accord
And don't disappoint your mom like this no more"
[Chorus]
She's got a marked-up King James heart of gold
Got too much on her plate, but never lets it show
And she put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me
And maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for
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