My mama done told me, when I was a lad,
That she didn't want me to live like
The streets can be dangerous, cold, and unfair,
And she didn't want me to live my life there.
me a new home, then had to depart,
And I crawled right into my new mama's heart.
They both were my mothers, and both
had their worth,
The one who gave love, and the one who gave birth.
Now I'm going to find her, but never you fear--
of me always will be living here.
I'll be a sweet memory you'll never forget,
Cause inside your heart is as close as