Rob Cole - Mama Lyrics

Daddy sure knew how to pick'em
Cause he picked the perfect one
Gave her a ring to prove it
And she gave him three sons
But us four boys know we're the lucky ones
To have mama
Mamas got a voice
Makes the angels turn their heads
She on my Mount Rushmore
Before Dolly or Loretta Lynn
Anybody asks me where I get my gift from
I tell'em mama
She's a lover and a fighter
With a story worth being told
She's walked right through every blazing fire
And come out like pure gold
I hope the things I've done
Make her proud to call me son
Just like I am, to call her mama
She's never been afraid
To take the unseen road
To watch as other people
Get their fill from the fields she's sown
I know it cause I'm reaping mine right now
Thanks to mama
I wouldn't call her perfect
Cause she'd say that's a lie
But there's no one more deserving
Of a crown in the next life
You won't find one better in this boys eyes
Than my mama
She's a lover and a fighter
With a story worth being told
She's walked right through every blazing fire
And come out like pure gold
I hope the things I've done
Make her proud to call me son
Just like I am, to call her mama
I know the day's coming
When her journey here is through
I'll wish I had another chance
To say til I turned blue
Those words that I don't say quite enough
I love you mama