James Brown — Mamas Dead

[Verse] Mama's dead Never again will she hold my hand Never again to hear her call my name How I miss her much more than I show I miss her, oh, oh My mama's dead No one to talk to when I'm, when I'm feeling low No one understands me when I, when I go too far I need help, help What will I do without help? She tried so hard to make me a respectable man She didn't really know me, and she didn't really understand She worked like a slave, and prayed hard every day What did I do for her? My way was not her way But now she's gone, her troubles are over The pain is gone I wish I had made her proud to call me son Because I love her more than she knows More than she knew I love her No one to cry, no one to sit by the bedside No one to watch the light in my window No one, no one to come in Come in and pull the cover over my head at night No one to say, "Son, everything will be alright" No one to say, somebody up there loves us Lay your head on mama's breast and rest, yeah Everybody got a mother and you know what I'm talking about Mama's dead, mama's dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead


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