“Mommas” The first time I met mine, she was twenty-fourShe called it love at first sight, it was unconditionalShe dragged me to church and taught me to prayAnd that’s just what she didNow I’m a better man that’s better offBecause of who she is We don’t call ’em enough, love ’em enoughBut we’d all be lost without themWe don’t thank ’em enough, hug ’em enoughEven when they move our mountainsThey’ll pick you up and dust you offAnd catch the tears if they start fallin’You better love ’em while you got ’emThank God for Mommas Chasing dreams is a crazy thingAin’t…
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