Mama's Arms
Going back to a tender age,
\r\nso full of confusion and rage,
\r\nDaddy says, \"Boys, your Mama's gone.\"
\r\nThere's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt,
\r\nsomeone says, \"Time heals the hurt.
\r\nLittle man, you got to keep on keepin' on,\"
\r\nbut all you want is Mama's arms.
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\r\nYou ride back home in a limosine,
\r\nthe saddest car that you've ever seen,
\r\nyour brother can not look you in the eye.
\r\nLightning strikes, thunder roars,
\r\nan early winter in that heart of yours,
\r\nbut you swear you won't let them see you cry
\r\n'cause all you want is Mama's arms.
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\r\nThe neighbors come and bring you pies,
\r\nendless words and futile sighs,
\r\nand you run up to your room and lock the door.
\r\nAnd there you are in your Sunday best,
\r\nthe way your Mama would have had you dressed
\r\nand you realize it doesn't matter anymore
\r\n'cause all you want is Mama's arms.
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\r\n'Round and 'round and 'round it goes.
\r\nThe seasons change the young boy grows
\r\nto understand it's all part of some plan.
\r\nYou used to wonder what it's all about.
\r\nNow those are questions you can do without.
\r\nYou laugh them off and do the best you can
\r\nbut all you want is Mama's arms.
\r\nAll you want is Mama's arms.
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