Momma

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© Ruckus
I miss my mother -Think about her evert day-I can still remember all the things she used to say-ya better be a good boy -dont ya be no other way-I should have listened better- being how I am today momma I hope you understand-when youre looking down from the promised land -sorry I didnt turn out-quite the way you planned-momma theres something inside of me-and it just wont let me be -I didnt deal the cards -but ive gotta play my hand-she said dont talk to strangers -stay away from evening girls-some of them will hurt you -cause theres evil in this world-well I guess I didnt hear you -guess thats how I didnt know -a woman took all of my money-and left me standing by the road