Thats What Mamas Are For

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[Verse 1]
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Dads are good for teaching how to pitch and throw a curveball
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And backin' Jon boat trailers down the drive
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  Build a treehouse in the backyard
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With a Black and Decker skill saw
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Or fly that front porch home team flag up high
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Yeah, there's some things that they can do just right
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But I'm sittin' here missin' mama tonight

[Chorus]
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She's got a marked-up King James heart of gold
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Got too much on her plate but never lets it show
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She put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me
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And maybe a little more
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Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for

[Verse 2]
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Sneakin' out and raisin' too much hell at seventeen
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Whеn I got back home, she was waitin' on the porch
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  Wasn't pissеd off, didn't cuss me,
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She just held out her hand
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And said, "Give me back the keys to my Accord
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And don't disappoint your mom like this no more"

[Chorus]
F                     G                   C
She's got a marked-up King James heart of gold
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Got too much on her plate but never lets it show
            Am                           G
She put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me
    F              Dm
And maybe a little more
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Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for

[Solo]
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[Bridge]
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Yeah, she was a girl scout, she was a prom queen
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She rode shotgun in cut off blue jeans
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She went to college 'til she dropped out
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Settled down in a not-got-a-lot town
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When life brought her rain, she got good at prayin'
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Bought me this old pawn shop guitar that I'm playin' on
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Yeah, thank you, mom

[Chorus]
        F               G                   C
But you got a marked-up King James heart of gold
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Got too much on her plate but never lets it show
            Am                           G
She put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me
    F              Dm
And maybe a little more
          F                 G         C
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for
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Aw, thank You Lord, that's what mamas are for