That's What Mamas Are For
Chris Lane
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[Verse 1]
Dads are good for teaching how to pitch and throw a curveball
And backin' Jon boat trailers down the drive
Build a treehouse in the backyard with a Black and 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
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
Whеn I got back home, she was waitin' on the porch
Wasn't pissеd off, didn't cuss me, 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
She put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me and maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for
[Bridge]
Yeah, she was a girl scout, she was a prom queen
She rode shotgun in cut off blue jeans
She went to college 'til she dropped out
Settled down in a not-got-a-lot town
When life brought her rain, she got good at prayin'
Bought me this old pawn shop guitar that I'm playin' on
Yeah, thank you, mom
[Chorus]
But you got a marked-up King James heart of gold
Got too much on your plate but never let it show
And you put your blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me and maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for
Aw, thank You Lord, that's what mamas are for
Dads are good for teaching how to pitch and throw a curveball
And backin' Jon boat trailers down the drive
Build a treehouse in the backyard with a Black and 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
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
Whеn I got back home, she was waitin' on the porch
Wasn't pissеd off, didn't cuss me, 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
She put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me and maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for
[Bridge]
Yeah, she was a girl scout, she was a prom queen
She rode shotgun in cut off blue jeans
She went to college 'til she dropped out
Settled down in a not-got-a-lot town
When life brought her rain, she got good at prayin'
Bought me this old pawn shop guitar that I'm playin' on
Yeah, thank you, mom
[Chorus]
But you got a marked-up King James heart of gold
Got too much on your plate but never let it show
And you put your blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me and maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for
Aw, thank You Lord, that's what mamas are for
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