Mama’s Earn Their Wings by Kay Mott and Paul deMarco © 2020
She's staring down that gravel road
Wishing my headlights home
Pacing the floor till she sees my Ford
Slowing down behind that big oak tree
Before I could say I only had one beer
She says boy you hush and listen here
I’m no fool, you know the rules
And I handed her my keys
That's how mamas earn their wings
While we're breaking rules they're fixing things
Patching up scraped knees
Mending broken hearts and broken dreams
Cause if not them then who
When we’re lost and don’t know what to do
They take the shots and heal the stings
Yeah, Mamas earn their wings
She’s the teacher of the simple things
Be the last to take, the first to bring
Everything has it's time and place
Life’s a journey not a race
I’ll never outgrow my need for the love she brings
If I get lost in the dark, she says sing
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Your lyric took me back some 55 years to a winding road in central Pennsylvania. Yes, there was a big ole oak tree and I often was lost in the dark. Bravo mate….????????????????
March 24, 2020
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William Topper
Your lyric took me back some 55 years to a winding road in central Pennsylvania. Yes, there was a big ole oak tree and I often was lost in the dark. Bravo mate….????????????????
March 24, 2020
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