Talk: Harry.
I know a lot of fellas, when they grow up, or ladies,
Miss their mothers.
I know I sure miss mine.
Let me tell you about it.
Mama I miss you
And all the little things
That you, that used to do
I miss your apple pie
And the way you used to sing
(you used to sing)
Goodnight to me.
(I remember)
When you'd say goodnight and sleep tight
Brother and I, we used to fight all night
Whenever I start to cry
You sorta wash my face and say
" Everything's gonna be alright "
And mama I miss you
(I sure do)
And the smile you used to smile
When I, when I got home from school
Mama now that I'm grown and on my own
I miss you so much
I wish that I could be back home
To hear you say
" Wash you face and sleep tight "
When morning comes, with you
I know I'm gonna be alright
So mama I miss you
Mama I miss you
Mama,
How I miss you mama
(Mama I miss you)
Talk:
I'm grown up now.
And I gotta do it.
On my own.
You all see what I'm saying.
Writer(s): Al Goodman, H. Ray
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