I ain't lookin' for trouble. I can't stay here tonight. I got to leave here on the double. If I want to see the morning light. Don't need no pistol for the tickets.
Summer came and days grew long,. liliacs bloomed round' Milford pond,. First place I ever held his hand.. Timeless walks and breathless nights,. Went rushing past like Geese in flight.
MAMA WAS ALOT LIKE JESUS. . Written by: Tob Ctosby/Kelly Shiver/Ray Stephenson (BMI/ASCAP). . I've seen her give her last dollars to a stranger on the street.
I've seen her give her last five dollars. To a stranger on the street. An' do without a dress she wanted. So we'd have enough to eat. . And when the ladies at the garden club.