MAMA WAS ALOT LIKE JESUS. . Written by: Tob Ctosby/Kelly Shiver/Ray Stephenson (BMI/ASCAP). . I've seen her give her last dollars to a stranger on the street.
I've seen her give her last five dollars. To a stranger on the street. An' do without a dress she wanted. So we'd have enough to eat. . And when the ladies at the garden club.
I was raised to be tough. And stand my ground. To face life like a man. And never back down. . But there are times. When giving in aint wrong. And baby, tonight I'm tired of being strong.
So many beautiful stories are told. Of love and affection, that's purer than gold. They meet and they love, and he makes her his wife. And wife can't last this a mystery of life.
If you gave me the moon in the heaven and added a star or two. It couldn't compare with the love we share cause my world is you. No no one has ever had a feeling like the one I have for you.
You ask me how long I've been drinkin'. And livin' this honky tonk life. Well, listen girls, I'll tell you my story. I'm a mother that was once a happy wife.
My mama didn't raised no fools no mama didn't raised no fools. You didn't give me credit but it's time you knew my mama didn't raised no fools. You know back alleys like an old tomcat you know I ain't a puttin' up with that.
The baby cries, I could almost die from lonesome. The late shows gone and the coffee's on, I think of each song. Somewhere out there my love, you share.
She's mine, she's mine,. She's mine, she's mine,. Oh oh oooh-oh-oh,. Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!. . Can't keep their eyes off of her,. Wherever she goes,. Oh oh oooh-oh,.
When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill. And kisses the roses round my window sill. Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill. Of the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird Hill.
Old memory, keep him remembering me. Behold him constantly while we're apart. Old memory, don't ever set him free. Make him keep loving me, beholds my heart.
Big Jimmy Baker and Marty Gray met at a teenage party. Jimmy took Marty to school the next day both of them were tardy. Sittin' in the parking lot talking over things waitin' for the morning bell to ring.
You're goin' out again tonight. And you'll end up gettin' tight. Then when your money's gone. You'll come crawlin' home to me. . You'll think you're quiet as a mouse.
Verse 1:. I'm on parade, you don't say: why can't you see that. Keeping my feelings at bay: why can't you see that when. When you're around, you just get me down, I'm better off without you.
Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday. And if your busy, I wouldn't mind taking Saturday. . Right about now, if you are in your jeep, please turn up your radio.
I dont know what I am but I know what I can be. I dont now if the broken pieces can be compose ( volver a componer) but I know that I m happy. I dont know if i can fly i dont know if my dreams can be true.