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I've seen her give her last five dollars, |
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To a stranger on the street, |
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An' do without a dress she wanted, |
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So we'd have enough to eat. |
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And when the ladies at the garden club, |
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Looked down their nose at her, |
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I watched her turn the other cheek, |
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Without one bitter word. |
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Mama was a lot like Jesus, |
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The way she lived an' loved: |
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A blessing sent from Heaven up above. |
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She would pray for our forgiveness, |
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And sacrifice for us: |
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Mama was a lot like Jesus. |
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She could stretch a bag of groceries, |
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For two weeks to keep us fed. |
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An' she could take an old brown potted plant, |
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An' raised it from the dead. |
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An' her words were like a healin' touch, |
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When we had a broken heart. |
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And when I wrestled with the devil, |
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She led me through the dark |
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'Cause Mama was a lot like Jesus, |
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The way she lived an' loved: |
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A blessin' sent from Heaven up above. |
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She would pray for our forgiveness, |
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And sacrifice for us: |
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Mama was a lot like Jesus. |
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I've got my Daddy's eyes; |
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I've got my Daddy's hair, |
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But I hope my Mama's heart, |
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Is inside me somewhere. |
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'Cause Mama was a lot like Jesus, |
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The way she lived an' loved: |
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A blessin' sent from Heaven up above. |
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She would pray for our forgiveness, |
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And sacrifice for us: |
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Mama was a lot like Jesus. |
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My Mama was a lot like Jesus. |
