Josephine Bridgewater

"THATS MY MAMA" By Linda Bridgewater Everyday she comes home tired and beat. Such a sweet lady to Mama from me. She cooks our meals, and cleans the house, Gives us love from the heavens above. That's my Mama. I don't know why, but I'll need her strength til the day I die. She's so understanding, fussy and cool, Mama knows all the golden rules. She taught us to love, and give from our hearts Mama gives us everything, just to get a start. Now she makes me mad, but I'm still glad, I've got a Mama who's never sad. She treasurers her life one priceless gift, Oh how sweet, when you get this lift, That's my Mama eight hours a day, That's my Mama worshipping Sabbath day, That's my Mama I have to say. Y'all that my Mama, I love her in so many ways, Now this is Mama the way I see. It's you do, or you don't, or you let it be. You know this will always be Mama hard to beat. Yes that's my Mama, show nuff sweet. Again: She's my Mama, strong and proud. She'll stand out in any crowd. She's got a big wide smile with a dimple or two. That's my Mama, Lord knows it's true: I love that lady And I don't mean maybe, Cause to me she's the joy of a shining star. That's my Mama, brown skin and all, Gotta say she stands extra tall. That's my Mama no kidding y'all, That's my Mama, faith and all. Yes that's my Mama! Don't let her fall...