That What Mamas Do

THAT'S WHAT MAMAS DO
(Patrick Jason Matthews/Mike Mobley)

She’ll change a dirty diaper, wipe a runny nose
Get a two day purple Kool-Aid stain right out of your clothes
And she'll put her last spare dollar under your pillow, when you lose a tooth
She'll bust down your door, and drag you out of bed
Make you sit right next to her in church, wearing your Sunday best
And when she bows her head to pray, you can bet she's saying one for you
That's what mamas do

They raise you, ground you
Build their whole world around you
With no care for the hell they'll go through
That's what mamas do

She'll keep up with all your girlfriends, scare off the ones she hates
She'll get a new grey hair and a wrinkle to spare every time you come home late
And when you leave to chase that dream, she's gonna cry when she walks by your empty room
She'll call and sing you happy birthday, when everybody else forgets
On your wedding day, she'll joke and say, “Hey, where are my grandkids?”
Oh, and when she finally gets 'em she'll spoil 'em rotten the way her mama did with you
That's what mamas do

They raise you, ground you
Build their whole world around you
And they'll carry the weight of your world too
That's what mamas do

But she'll get old and fragile, and the end will come too soon
And she'll let go and you'll hold on, the way all children do

And you'll miss her, mourn her
Leave pretty flowers for her
And you'll cry like the baby she knew
And she'll hear you, guide you
And pray the light finds you
She'll never stop watching over you
Oh, until you're up there, too
That's what mamas do