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My daddy was a longshoreman in New Orleans, |
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My mamma kept score just watchin' the Mardi Gras ... |
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oh me, ... I sat on the front porch watchin' the rails roll out, |
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I was waitin' for my Omie to take me outta this south |
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it was me and my sisters ... like to wore that front porch out |
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And there can't be more to this livin' than loving my Omie |
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We're both sittin' back here watchin' our children grow |
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If there's a better ace in the deck, |
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Well, ... baby, come on and show me ... |
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If you ain't got a hand then get on your wheel and roll, |
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'cuz there could never be a better hand than these hearts I hold |
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Me and my Omie ... we settled down here in Houston |
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Oh, and one by one, we moved my sisters west |
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We bought a house in the suburbs and we've got four fine children |
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We are black middle class because Omie wouldn't settle for less |
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We are black middle class because Omie wouldn't settle for less |
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And there can't be more to this livin' than loving my Omie |
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We're both sittin' back here watchin' our children grow |
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If there's a better ace in the deck, |
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Well, ... baby, come on and show me ... |
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If you ain't got a hand then get on your wheel and roll, |
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'cuz there could never be a better hand than these hearts I hold |
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My children are the first thing in my mornin' ... |
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My Omie is the last thing in my night |
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Oh, in between I dream about that porch back home |
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and I bless my daddy for the love within that house |
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But, ... I thank my Omie for takin' me outta the south |
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... look at these hearts I hold ... oh, look at these hearts I hold |
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... look at these hearts I hold ... there ain't no place like home |
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look at these hearts we hold ... look at those hearts you hold |
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Hey! ... my Omie's got a heart of gold ... look at these hearts we hold |
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... take a look at those hearts you hold ... !" |
