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Mom was cookin' breadShe wore a dirty, raggedy scarf around her head,Always had her stockings low,Rolled to her feet, she just didn't knowShe wore a sloppy dressOh, no matter how she tried, she always looked a messOut of the pot she ate,Never used a fork or a dinner plateI was always so afraid for my uptown friends to see her,Afraid one day when I was grown, that I would be herIn a college townAway from home, a new identity I found,Said I was born eliteWith maids and servants at my feetI must have been insaneI lied and said Mama died on a weekend trip to SpainShe never got out of the house,Never even boarded a trainMarried a guy, was livin' high, I didn't want him to know herShe had a grandson two years old that I never even showed herI'm livin' in shameMama, I miss youI know you're not to blameMama, I miss youBREAKCame a telegramMama passed away while making homemade jamBefore she died,She cried to see me by her sideShe always did her bestOh, cooked and cleaned and always in the same old dress,Workin' hard down on her knees,Always tryin' to pleaseMama, Mama, Mama, can you hear me?Mama, Mama, Mama, can you hear me?I'm livin' in shameMama, I miss youI know you've done your bestMama, I miss youWon't you forgive me, Mom,For all the wrong I've done?I know you've done your bestI know you've done the very best you couldBut I never understoodWorkin' hard down on your knees,Mama, you were always, always tryin' to please(fade out)more free lyrics