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Mama never had a bed of roses
âCause cotton grew right up to her front door
And a share-cropperâs dreams donât mean nothinâ
When the man who owns the land just keeps you poor.
Sometimes we would go to town on Saturday
Flowers grew upon the courthouse square
And mama picked a big bed red rose so tenderly
And gently weaved it through her long black hair
As years went by us kids were gettinâ older
Sharecropperâs dreams went by the way
And I saw my mamaâs hands grow old and wrinkled
Hoping there might be a better day.
Mama passed away in late December,
And we all took some money we had saved
And bought a big bouquet of long stemmed roses,
And placed them at the head of mamaâs grave.
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Now lookinâ at those hard times thereâs one thing I know,
That mamaâs up in heaven where roses always grow.
Yeah mamaâs up in heaven where roses always grow.
- Album:
- No Borders
- Tried & True
- Memories